"I quickly walked up the stairs to her trailer two at a time. She didn't have to ask me twice. As I walked, the cool air hit me. The inside of her tra...ler looked like a home away from home. The walls were painted white with just a touch of gray. There was a paisley print couch on one long side of the trailer with a small coffee table to the left of the couch that also served as a foyer table. Directly across from the couch was chair in the same style. A little farther back in the trailer was a. I got the repairs done out of pocket rather than go hat in hand to the little fat prick that never worked a day in his life and made oodles of cash just raking in the monthly payments on dozens of buildings all over the city. It was none of my business but I sensed our boss was not really smart enough to see where the real income was being produced lately and it wasn’t from protecting premises that were in no real danger because the outside gangs knew better than to fuck around with clan. Marilyn to wear a dress, too? She can’t wear her bag lady sweat suit then?” I asked.“I’m going to tell her you said that, and Helen, too, so they can both hit you.”I laughed. “They probably hit like girls!” That got a laugh out of John.And so, the third Friday in October, Marilyn and I drove over to the Steiners. When I was a kid, John had lived in Timonium, in a mid-sized Cape Cod style home off Timonium Road. Now, however, after his investment in the Buckman Group had paid off, they had. His eyes lit up and ahungry smile came to his face. His tongue slipped out, moisteninghis lips, and he began to look less like a timid youth and morelike a hungry wolf. I loved it.Jeff was mesmerized by my tits, which are a nice 38D size. I hadalways been proud of them, though I usually dressed to downplaythem (not out of shame, but to avoid being hassled by oglingleches). But I didn't mind this ogler in the least. Under hisgaze, my nipples hardened out. Even taking my panties off.