I grew up with the ignominy of being a bastard, daughter of a bare-assed whore, so where the danger of low self esteem, first manifested itself, I gre... a pair, and became a sexually charged aggressive. Then one day, the cock that helped produce me, just walked back into my life, a knock on the door, and there he stood.I must say I was immediately turned-on when I saw him, before finding out who he was in the grander scheme of things, but ashamedly, I did have the odd wet dream, and secret tryst. ” Upon seeing SHOW YOURSELF when Mrs. Panone responded, Jay laughed out loud. He knew on Mondays Mr. Panone came home early, as opposed to 5-6PM, but he still had time to set a few rules…combined with some fun. Taking a second set of the info he hung on her door, Jay strode out in great confidence. It was only Monday, after all, and Jay’s week was really shaping up.Anna Panone was a woman who had it all, or so she thought. She and her husband had what was far and away the most successful. The blonde serves me a Smirnoff ice and three beers and I return to the table with the latter. Geert and the other Dutchman are talking in their own language and they barely acknowledge me as I put beers on the table before them. I settle down again, my mind wandering back to the ride here in the truck cab. Geert hadn’t said much, just asked a few questions and let me rattle on about university, girls, why I left home and life in general. I hadn’t paid much attention to him at first, happy to. As I was doing some grocery shopping, I noticed an attractive young lady walking towards me in the aisle. She wore a white dress that barely went past her butt. It hugged her torso nicely, showing off her pert breasts. The cool air inside the store had her nipples erect. We exchanged a polite ‘hello’ as we passed. I turned and checked out her figure from behind; her red hair draped sexily over her shoulders; her cute butt swayed from side to side as she walked. We met in the middle of each.