“What could the government possibly need my help with?”“Mr. Henderson, it’s about your new neighbor.”“You mean Tony Monassario?”“Yes, ...is friends call him Big Tony.”“What is this? Some kind of joke?”“I wish it were Mr. Henderson, but your new neighbor is a member of organized crime.”“Organized crime? You mean like the Mafia?”“Well, we don’t know if there are still any formal ties to the East Coast, but Frank’s uncle was there before the family moved to this area from New Jersey in the fifties.. She was not on hormones but did have a boob job and some facial work done. We met at one of her trade shows and hit it off right away. We exchanged numbers which led to texting and calling and eventually, several back and forth trips for both of us between Texas and Arizona. We would meet for weekends as both of us took turns visiting each other. We never really jumped right into sex but of course it ended up that way eventually.She was naturally hairy but kept herself very smooth and sexy with. " John: "What does he want, Brenda? I'll buy it for him. What is it, ice cream?" Brenda: "No, honey. Don't worry. I'll take him. Come on, Jason. Let's go. Amy. Honey. Do you mind tying my bikini strap?" Amy responded in a very suspicious tone. "Sure, mom." Brenda got up with an annoyed expression on her face. She grabbed Jason's hand and almost dragged him up the stairs. "What did I tell you?! I said, don't be silly and don't fool around. Your father picks up on alot of things. You'd be. Out. In. Out. She counted… five ins, five outs… before she looked at him. It seemed very important what she said next, so her mind struggled for a reply. Nervous, jittery, aroused and content all at once, she said, ‘You can have me… for dessert?’ It sounded so suave in her head before she said it but so scripted and shy, almost like a question, when she spoke the words out loud. All the same, she smiled and he smiled back, while her heart beat so hard in her chest she thought it would burst.