It is peaceful, sunny, and warm. My mother has a white simple dress on. Since the path is narrow, I walk behind her. I cannot help but notice her beau...iful legs. Her calves are shapely, like upside-down bowling pins. As she walks, her dress flaps; and her beautiful milk-white thighs flash before me. She has tied her long blond hair in a ponytail, which goes so beautifully with her round face and makes her look much younger. She sways her wide hips unintentionally and rolls her round, am-ple. She didn't have large udders but they were a perfect size for me. Around 5 to 6 weeks after starting I was at work (can't remember the time frame exactly) and she called, she was very excited that was easy to tell, she got her first drops of milk at home on her lunch break. At this point I should add her breasts had started to firm up, which I was told that would happen. I told her keep the milk and place it in the container we had bought and freeze it, This was carried out for another 5 or so. As he stooped down Erin noticed his nostrils flaring, inhaling her scent and watched as his eyes slowly scanned her body. “License and Registration, please,” he asked, his voice deep and full of authority. For the first time Erin got a good look at his face. He was not as old as he had first appeared to be, his face was hard set with chiseled features, but there was a boyish quality to it. He can’t be more than 20, thought Erin gleefully, I love younger men! The officer, partially as a safety. I didn't know any Polish.None. Zip. I could only assume it meant come in. I opened the door.The man inside was sat at a desk but look flushed and was fumbling withhis trouser buttons under the desk."What are you doing? I asked you to wait!" he said angrily. "Nie m?wiszpo polsku?"Now I really was caught. I had no idea what he said. I just stoodthere."zamkn?? drzwi," he said softly, looking at me inquisitively. I stoodthere, rooted to the spot, unsure what to do."Close the door, just like.