I got up and put on my sweat pants and t-shirt. I slowly opened my door and peered down the hallway. Mom was obviously already in the bathroom. I coul... see that the steam that was escaping cracked the door. I slowly walked down the hall but as I passed the bathroom I just happened to glance through the crack in the door. There I saw Mom totally nude getting ready to step into the bath. Mom was forty-two at the time. She had a housewife paunch and her skin was milky white. She had black medium. The tall, attractive, security guard demanded her to return to the shop. What choice did she have? She agreed, resigned and as the situation became clear to her, she exhaled for the first time since she had headed for the exit. He sensed the tension in her, his experience telling him she was not adept at shoplifting. Guiding her to the private office, he closed the door and locked it before turning to face her for the first time. His hand briefly waved at the seat to her side, and they both. Rubenesque to say the least. Red curls and green eyes. The silkiest skin I've ever fondled. I'm sure every man feels that way. At least any man she's ever met. Dianna is a fucking slut-whore. And it makes me hard just thinking about it. At 2:35 I heard the front door open. I heard Dianna's sparkling giggle. There seemed to be a bumping and stumbling commotion. I got out of bed and went down the hallway. I turned the corner into the living room and saw what I expected to see. The front door was. Holland."Her lips were sweet and willing and she gave him lots of tongue to play with. The temptress slipped down the carpet in front of the sofa and opened Sal's trousers so she could pull out his rising cock.Marge certainly knew exactly what she was doing.Sal could tell right away this one had lots and lots of practice with bringing cocks off with her mouth. He wondered if this was how she kept her job so long when a lot of places were cutting back and laying off the workers. The pretty.