Working girls know better than to rile the police, and the bolt and chain rattled as the inhabitant hurried to comply. The door opened, and I shoulder...d my way past a rather blowzy looking woman, who must have been 40 if she was a day.Judging by her dress of a hastily thrown on dressing gown, her hair in a mess and cum trickling down her thighs, she and Jazzer must have been indulging in rumpty pumpty when I had banged on the door.I called out in English, "Get your clothes on Jazzer, and come. And the best part was that I would go over and help her with her work in garden and she would wear these loose fitting tops with out a bra. We would be working that soil all bent over and I would get to stare at those succulent tits as they swayed back and fourth. And I mean I got a great shot, the whole boob, nipple and all. And she would make no attempt to cover up. I think she liked showing off those huge fun bags to me. The rest of her was nothing to get excited about, salt and pepper hair. "My pleasure," I replied, "you live around here?" Over in Meadow Ridge just down the road." We're in the same neighborhood. Maybe, we'll bump into each other again." I'd like that," she said, starring at the bulge in my jeans. When I was done changing her tire, she hugged me and kissed my cheek. Her tits pressed into my chest and her sweet scent left me dizzy and speechless. "Let me give you my number," she said and fetched a pen and a scrap of paper from the car, "You should call me," and. You see, there are those out there, who despite intelligence and beauty,just can't get ahead in life. This is how ended up where I am now.I'd always been curious to see what it was like to be female, and couldeasily afford to take a risk, maybe even sell whatever body I aquiredafter just a few weeks.I used a P.I. to locate a younger female, I wanted someone of aboveaverage beauty, yet intelligence was key, I'd always been relativelyintelligent and didn't want to lose that.That's one of the.