Her polo shirt was almost too small, showing off her perky breast. She was the type of woman that had no problem flirting with everyone. She was h...t and knew it. By the time the sun had gone down, we had taken several calls. Breathing problems, car accidents, domestic disputes and a few nursing home calls. Nothing exciting, until one in the morning. The call was for a drowning, unconscious and not breathing. While on the scene, we did our work and loaded the patient up. Jessica. One was a newspaper reporter and the other was a television reporter. Both reporters were required to submit their questions in advance and I was prepped for the answers. Prior to giving the interviews, I was thoroughly rehearsed by both Joan and Liz. While I don't have my role down yet, the objective was to show that Mrs. Dawson is healing slowly, has to take her time recovering before she jumps back into a full schedule yet, and to give me some rehearsals for when I have to wing it by. I had the eyes for it, we both did, bright blue eyes that would look great with thick golden hair."What's wrong?" Nothing," I said, all innocent and smiling. "Oh! I'm going to be in the school play. I almost forgot." A play?" Sleeping Beauty," I told her. "It's okay, right?" Sure," Mom nodded. "Are you going to be Sleeping Beauty?" Me?" I shook my head. "They picked Janey for that. She's blonde, you know." I don't think that's why they picked her," she said. "So what part are you playing?". ” I peeled my dress over my head and shook my blonde tresses. Molly reached out and caressed my breasts and I told her to take off her tee shirt. We were kneeling on the bed, facing each other, and our initial tentative pecks soon developed into a passionate and intense kiss. Then Molly reached round her back to unclip her bra and I pressed my body against her, savouring the wonderful sensation of skin on naked skin. She was trembling slightly as my fingers started probing the warm recess of.