Often I'd pass her house on an afternoon and see a car outside and her front bedroom curtains drawn. And I'd see lots of sexy undies on her washing li...e, or waiting to be ironed. Occasionally some discarded stockings on the bed, or torn pantyhose from a recent hot date. She was about 5 feet 3 inches and very cuddly, and just a little bit older than my Mum. I used to love watching her working at the sink, or her climbing the stairs. I used to imagine what she looked like in just her undies and. Not me. I succeed because I love the taste of victory. I’ve been used to it from a young age. I don’t like to merely prevail; I like to destroy my opponent. It’s always been that way with me. I have a bit of a mean streak. Now my contact sports days (depending upon what you consider a contact sport), are behind me. I run six times per week, usually five miles at about a seven-minute mile pace, nothing spectacular, just enough to keep my body and mind fit. Oh, I have dirty blonde hair, blue. I was asked by one of the readers who messaged me if I ever flashed a friends daddy. Hm. I'm sure as much as I've spread my legs, some of my friends daddies have been around. But, I never did a serious flash if I knew some guy was a friends daddy. Buuuut, that's not to say I didnt do quick peak stuff like crossing my legs & wanting him to check me out. Some did & some didnt. Oh well. I still liked doing it.And that brings me to this bitchy-chick Cameron. She was blond & had this Nordic. The rest'a our team'll be along directly."The slave, eyes narrowed in a hairless, blue-black face that featured dotted tattoo scars on both cheeks, led his brace of mules to the first huge pile containing four-foot lengths of neatly split hardwood. Matt began throwing pieces onto the sled, but Nikko stopped him by grabbing his arm."No, no." the slave said. "Lookee." He jumped into the sled, took the three balks Matt had tossed aboard and placed them neatly beside each other and between the.