I started toward the door, only to be stopped by Sheila. I doubt she ever appreciated the impact of her hand on my arm. Not even Gerald gets in my way...when my head is down. It didn't hurt that she had already found the ideal solution—let Jo handle it.The staff respected me. Sheila was fast becoming the Lady of the House. Jo was the brat with a mean streak. Where the joke was practical or verbal, everyone in the room had reason to tread lightly. They had since she was twelve. If you ever saw. There was actually no particular reason for me to even be looking in a trailer park for accommodations, but something drew me here, maybe the movement of the planets, who knows; the fact is I am here and relatively content for the most part.My world fell apart with the loss of my husband and close family in Louisiana, a result of the hurricane. We had just moved to a new suburb to be close to the water, Ralph, my husband, was to have increased our insurance and to make sure a larger flood rider. Tamara could only smile meekly as she recomposed herself.“I’ve never cummed so hard” Tamara managed to say as she turned to me, her body seemed to radiate with warm glow as she devilishly said “your turn”. Seductively she walked to me as I stood, horny as ever, unclasping her red bra which barely contained her enormous breasts, I stood in awe as I viewed what was the dream of all her male friends. They must have been D cups, the breasts were perfectly tanned and perky with the most immaculate. ’ ‘Magazines, schmagazines. Real guys aren’t fashion designers. They like a little pillowing… just a little, not too much, but they do like it. You’re perfect.’ ‘Ass…’ Hannah continued as Christi tried to wrap her mind around the idea that her belly wasn’t hideous, ‘ba-doing ga-doing ga-doing!’ ‘And legs … lean but not skinny. Sorry Christi, I hate to burst your bubble, but you’re a babe.’ ‘Yeah, that’s why I have the whole football team lined up at my dorm with flowers.’ ‘You ARE, it’s just.