God, how I love the feel of just laundered 500 count cotton bed sheets on my skin. I sleep in the nude.Glancing down between my boobs at my filthy bod... just made me want to cry. Yeah, I was naked in here, but what the hell, it was too damned hot for clothes. Putting my head back down on the pile of clothes I was using as my pillow, I sighed and tried to clear my mind to think about what I was going to do tonight. Of course, with the smell of rotting garbage in my nose and on my skin, my. , Hazel decided to bite the bullet and suggest to Emily that they meet up again. Emily, meanwhile, was thinking the exact same thing. The sexual ache between her legs had not been satiated by her boyfriend during the four times they had had sex in the time between the sleepover and now. He was damn good, but he was not as good at oral as Hazel was. “She really was a natural.” she thought, her pussy moistening at the thought.As they walked into the changing rooms, Hazel and Emily chatted. ”“O.K.” Over the phone, I hear the door being unlocked. I hear the scraping sound of a piece of furniture being dragged. “How far away?”I barge through the door. “I’m here.” I practically jump out of my boxers and go right up to Debbie, who had been very cooperative, and was on all fours with her glorious ass and pussy facing the door. I pause to get a look, and she is as lovely as I had ever imagined, limber, buff, and yes, naked. I hold her each hip in my hands, and easily glide right. They usually find something minor to recommend so they can justify their jobs, like "This sink should be labeled for no medicinal waste" or "The restroom should have a sign reminding employees to wash their hands," but she has never had a problem.Missing drugs are a problem."Count your stock for me."Amy pulls the pills out onto the counter and starts moving them to count them.This is a new inspector. The last one had been a middle-aged woman. She seemed nice, but they had to maintain a.