She cleans like she has done that before, and I ask her about that. Turns out that she actually worked for a year for Mollly Maids. She tells me she w...s divorced and had a child to support. I told her that I could barely believe that she had a child because she had a body to die for. Flirtateously she asked me if I like what I see and I replied “def – eee –natt –lee”. She tells me that before she worked for Molly Maid and had a child, she used to be a stripper. That and the fact that. I was assigned to the 3 PM to 11 PM shift in that district. It wasn’t unusual to receive a prowler call any time after dark. Lonely/horny housewives would often call the dispatcher after dark to report a prowler or suspicious person in their yard. Some of the time, there was a prowler, but often it would be just a lonely housewife who needed the attention of a man. They seemed to feel safer, calling a police officer to satisfy their sexual desires. It was more convenient and safer than hiring a. Suddenly she felt thirsty. Suddenly she needed a drink. There was a wetness growing between her legs and she could almost feel the lips of her pussy spread invitingly. "Mom?" "What? Wh...what is it honey?" "Are you sure this was all they had? Where did you buy these things anyway?" Jessica forced herself to look away. It was becoming too obvious what she was starting at. "Yep. That was it. That was all they had. Sorry. Guess you'll just have to wear those all the time now. All the time every. (She had been in a subsequent horrific car accident. The reminder of that being an eight-inch crescent Keloid scar scribing the top of her right breast.) In time, I found that visible palpable wound to be very arousing to the touch or at my tongue tip. It made me hurt for her and feel protective! The shattered windshield had sliced deeply into the breast. The glass had narrowly missed the silicone filling.Tammy possessed a thick head of dark brunette hair. (Naturally curly locks that fell well.