Note to self, I need visit the salon ASAP! But on the second thought you love my hair long. Caught myself smiling, I remember the times you run your f...ngers through my hair. Tucking it behind my ear, then placing a gentle kiss on my cheek. The lift reached the first story, I passed by the lobby so quickly that I never noticed the heavy downpour. ‘Shit!’ I silently cursed, remembering that I didn’t have my umbrella with me. I ran fast to the nearest bus stop, using my bag to cover me. It wasn’t. “I think I’ll leave that for Penny. She’ll be here soon!”“You’re a great friend, Jackie. I’m really going to miss having you around the coming semester.”“I got Jamie to promise that we’d come here on Sundays. You’ll see us pretty regularly, I promise. I might come on some Saturdays to work with Jeremiah. I see the porch is almost done!”“They’ll paint the exposed wood tomorrow, and then it’s finished. We can’t use the front door from tomorrow morning until Friday night, but I’m leaving early. As I walked toward my car, the horrible realization set in that I was now officially a whore. Unlike the awful experience in West Virginia, where services were traded for services, this was prostitution in its most classic form: sex in exchange for cold hard cash. I at least took with me some dignity in the fact that I was a high-class call girl, rather than a crack-hustling street walker.**My next trick was an older man named Tom, who lived in Greenwich Village. In his reply to my ad, he. I’ve lived next door to this family all of my life. Me and her son are the best of friends, if he isn’t around my house I was around his house. His mother is an Indian lady about 5’8 still with a very sexy body for someone who has had two c***dren, long brown hair a very sexy perky ass. Her breasts were to die for. Big and juicy, you could plant your face in them all day long and not get bored.I’d had fantasies of fucking her since I was about 16 the amount of times of masturbated over the.