The door flung open and while still beautiful, someone thought out their wardrobe as well. Where before I had unfettered access thru her skirt, now je...ns and a stylish shirt with an undershirt greeted me. I thought twice about making a fake excuse to go inside to use the restroom, but didn't want to scare her and her clothes told me she was scared.We hugged and then walked back to my car with me behind her. Her ass really did look nice in jeans and I was hoping it looked as good as the pictures. . She's been living here for over a month... No mother, there is no need for you to come down here... Steph's perfectly capable of looking... Yes, she is... In any case mother, I'm going back to work tomorrow." His mother's conversation continued for a while longer until David said, "Sorry mother, got to finish now. My battleaxe of a nurse is telling me it's time for my bath." There's no way you're going to work tomorrow," Stephanie told him firmly."Stop giving me orders slave," David laughed,. However, after ten years of serving the church, her body felt a different yearning. It needed sexual fulfillment. And a chance meeting between myself and her at the supermarket led to one.She was dressed in her habit, and me, wearing a Metallica t-shirt and ripped jeans, made quite the odd pair. I convinced her to come back to my apartment so we could talk. She seemed nervous, but also felt her desires as well. I drove her to my apartment, and we talked for a bit. And we somewhere in the. Angry, Betsy roughly picked Charlie up. She threw the woman over her shoulder in a fireman’s carry.Betsy stomped over to the waiting limousine while muttering, “She’s a Marine. She’s tough. She’s not going to tell me that she’s in pain.”“Put me down! I can walk there,” Charlie shouted.Betsy smacked her on the rear.She said, “Now you complain!”“Let me down!”“Big tough girl. Can’t stand to be carried. Instead, she’d rather cripple herself than take a few minutes to get a problem checked out when.