It’s was a little hot out so she was most likely wearing shorts and a spaghetti strap top.“How was work today?” she asked pausing her show, and ...ooking at me over her cross stitch.“Not too bad.” I answered back a little tired as I kicked off my shoes.“Dinner is on the table.”“Thanks mom. After I eat I think I’m just taking a shower and hitting the bed. I’m tired, it was a long twelve hour day.”“You still off tomorrow?”“Yeah mom.”I walked over and kissed her on the head and told her good night. Here was someone who knew Jeff, someone I could talk to about him, who would understand the magic I was seeing in him.On the other hand, here was someone who knew Jeff, or at least had known him, who would understand the magic I was seeing in him.I didn't like the idea of having to share him, but that was in the past. The chance to talk with someone other than his mother about him was irresistible."He says I've changed. His mom says I've changed," I said."You've met his family?" Lots of. I told her she was hot too and asked if she wanted to exchange pictures, as I had several nude pictures of the girl whose picture I used for my profile."Sure." She said, so I sent 4 pictures to her e-mail. A minute late her IM screen popped up "Wow you have a great body," she said. "Ok I gotta go take some, brb." Then about ten minutes later I got the e-mail I had been dying for. I opened it up to see Jess had sent five pictures of herself in just a little pink thong and four more of her. You are going to cost me my job and I don’t like that. Now give me the damn pickle and get your slutty little ass out of the store. I grabbed at her hand, which was still forcing the pickle against her pussy. I thought I could get the damn pickle away from her, throw it in the bucket and make a hasty retreat to the back room of the store.My hand missed hers as she pulled it away and my knuckles rammed into her puffy pussy. I could feel the heat of it and the smoothed shaven skin was soft as.