She loved to take her time to get ready, because whenever she left her house, she looked like a Ten. From her shoes to the hair, she was a thing of be...uty. Grace’s live hadn’t been all that easy, at 20 she moved to the United States from France, but she had made a good life for herself had been in one long term relationship, but had failed to find true love. She thought she had found it, with a nice “American” as she called him, but like two tropical storms, they would blow into a hurricane. After a minute or two I asked her if she wanted to have any of the pipe? And she responded back: to bring it to her in the bathroom because she was getting ready. I got up, walked back to the bathroom; she was still is topless doing her make-up and hair etc. She started to hit the pipe as I begin to run my fingers over her chest. After about the third hit she set it down and continued with the beautification; Cove bellowed out asking for his turn as he appeared in the bedroom doorway. She. She was older then Anita had thought, with long brown hair that almost touched the ground. She was holding out a tissue, and it took a second for Anita to figure out why. Giving a faint smile in thanks, she took it, wiping her eyes and blowing her nose. A fussing baby indicated meal time was over, so dropping the tissue to the ground she put her breast back inside, brought her baby up for a quick burp, then left her pressed against her chest. Looking up, the newcomer was smiling at her with one. There he sat at his desk, project open on his computer, fiddling with one of his headphones. Quietly, ever so quietly, I snuck up behind him, licked my finger, and stuck it in his ear. He jumped with surprise and twirled around in his chair, grabbing me by the waist. “You sneaker! You little shoe!” he exclaimed as he glared playfully at me, his large hands tightening their grip on my waist. “You were zoning!” I cried, desperate to save myself from what I knew was coming. Then I saw the look,.