When I got there she was standing in the door, she waved me in and locked it behind me "I don't think we should be in here" I mumbled still not really...sure what was happening, "just relax and be quiet" she said and then pushed me back against the door.She then smiled and droped to her knees in front of me, " Hazel, we can't do this" I said but she wasn't listening. She unbuckled my belt and opened the buttons on my trousers, then with one tug she pulled down my boxer short straight down leaving. He mumbled so much, I thought he'd developed a speech impediment, trying to float those lies to the Baltimore writers."The first guy was right on that. "EVERYBODY saw the game. NOBODY was fooled by that fool and his spool."Dude might as well go be drooling on his mama's shoulder, trying to sell that crack coated ignorance!" He was clearly having a ball calling out the Orioles and giving the listeners something to get excited about.The host grabbed it back and said, "So fans what do you think?. "I present you Jen Meyer, loving wife of Theresa Meyer!" I looked atmyself and saw the picture of femininity. I twirled, smiled, posed andevery angle was all woman."Theresa, honey, you do fabulous work!" I was amazed."Nails!" She produced a cornflower blue little bottle of nail polishand told me to sit. I did and she worked on my hands. "You'll have togrow these nails out and you need a manicure so bad. We'll get you intoa salon." She painted each nail then did my toenails. "Don't ruin. She stood about 5’6” tall, with a full, rubenesque figure, nicely rounded in all the right places. I would say she was about 40 years of age but was later told she was 43 years old. Her hair was still a very dark brown with no gray hairs showing, and cut close to the head; framing her lovely face. Her gray eyes shone with a brightness and twinkle every time she laughed, and her lips looked good enough even for me to devour. Describing myself, well I was just a fairly run of the mill guy. I.