As usual I followed her to High Street, followed the swaying sensual movement of that glorious bottom. Then I did something stupid, something I hadn't...done in all the times I'd been following her. I forgot about the overhanging tree by the fence of the vacant property next door to the fire station."FUCK IT!"The words came out automatically as the impact of the branches sat me on my backside. And it just happened to be my luck that two firemen just happened to be outside of the station next door. Sahid could smell her aroma, he could feel her presence in every part of his body. He couldn’t help but notice her buttery skin. Her slender arms, her thin platinum bracelet, her painted nails were a delight for him.-“Reddish-orange nail polish really suits her”, he thought.Her navy blue skirt was flirting with her knees. Her milky white school shirt and her navy blue tie were a delight for sore eyes.-“Her nick name is so metaphoric”, he thought as he closed his eyes in leisure, all of a sudden. In the shower I think of this guy Chad. He’s in his forties, and his wife just left him not long ago. They’re in the middle of a messy divorce, he loves her still and can’t find it in his heart to actually have sex with anyone just yet, but he wants a release and doing it alone isn't enough. I told him I’d be happy to help, and he relaxed a lot. He isn't sure what he even wants, but I have an idea of what I’ll give him. When I’m dressed in my robe, I slip into my bedroom and log back into my. Walker had been my second most masturbatory fantasy.Ms. Walker, tall, thin, auburn shoulder length hair, big boobs, long sexy legs, and a fairly homely face. The gods had not treated her fairly when dispensing physical attributes. There was not anything that a good plastic surgeon could not fix. In my fantasies, I avoided her nose and prominent chin, of course.Today she was wearing a very tight skirt that hung to below her knees. Ms. Walker must have been wearing stockings as there was a sheen.