Dawson, this is my mom, Jen.”I smiled, telling Jen it was a pleasure to meet her; our eyes met as I did.“Dawson accepted my invitation to join me ...or a drink while I waited for you to arrive,” Lacey stated, as if attempting to justify my presence.I stole another glance at Jen’s 36C breasts as she turned to her daughter an apologized for being late. I’m not a fake tit guy, and it was my luck that Jen’s were both natural and alluring. There’s something about a fortyish woman who wears a. She kept on remembering a nice cute incident happened while she coming to the store.On the way, she saw a few kinder garden kids playing in the school ground. Among them, there was one kid who kept on dropping his handkerchief. She gave a quick smile and decided to resolve this issue. She walked to the kid, taking out the safety-pin from her sari she pinned the handkerchief to the kid’s uniform and then she walked away.Back in the store, when he handed her the bill, without looking at it,. ”“I know what I had done right before I started playing was stupid, but it seemed the thing to do at the time. Fergus had given me his old tam before I left, for good luck. He’d worn it on the beach at Dunkirk, one of the last pipers to play in a combat situation. He’d been shot twice before he had to stop playing, and had two holes in the tam, bullets that had missed his head.”I paused, while she watched me, eyes wide at the narrative. “I took off my helmet and put it on. When I started. "Maria simply smiled. A smile that any other woman in this situation simply wouldn't have. A confident one."Maybe I want to throw myself in there." She simply said to her just as the clanking of the train started drawing closer. When the doors opened, she grinned at the sight. A train car full of the meanest, nastiest looking men. Men who were no doubt in local gangs, criminals even. She was in danger, she knew that for sure. Even a strong, independent woman like her would start to shake in.