Even now in my early 30s my hair is still a perfect shade of hazelnut. My brown eyes are sharp and strong. I stand at a masculine 6. I have a nice big...thick cock too. It was Friday, after a long week I like to sit in the bar, have a cognac and wait. Sooner or later there will be a skank. Satin dress, tall heels. Hair straightened and then curls put through the ends. Perfect make up. Usually 22, not so bright. All I have to do is sit at the bar. Im good looking enough one will find me. Girls. When the plates were in the dishwasher and the empty cans in the rubbish, we settled in for the evening, Dad in his recliner and Mum and I on the sofa. She curled her legs up and reached down and rubbed her feet."God! My feet are tired and sore. I don't know why. With all the tennis I play they should be in good condition." Would you like me to rub and massage them for you?" That would be marvellous - I'll just nip upstairs and take my stockings off and get the lotion. Don't go away!" She. Running her hands down her sides, she felt the way her body curved from her ample chest to her waist them back out to her hips. After today’s ordeal, she wasn’t quite so sure about her body anymore. Seeing her body through a different light, she was far from the slender model, which seemed to monopolize media images. She sank into warm fragrant bath, the rejection of her boss still vivid in her mind. Inspecting her legs as she shaved, she felt every muscular curve. She didn’t have the heart to. "Now Jim," she chided him in a teasing voice. "What did I tell you about keeping your hands to yourself?" She gave him a flirtatious wink, but didn't push his hand away."I know honey," he laughed, "but you feel so good." My name is Brenda, not honey," she scolded him, but her smile took the bite out of her words. She laughed at the twinkle in the older man's eyes. His handsome features had attracted her the first time she'd seen him, and his quick wit and teasing personality only served to.