The name pretty much matches her; she's a bigass strawberry blonde. Her old man Herman died a couple of years back and Carol says she added probably a...hundred pounds not exercisin' since -- and to hear her tell it, exercisin' was mostly sex. She said Herman was a beanpole, but he had a dick damn near a foot long and fucked like the Energizer Bunny -- until his batteries died one day and took him with them..."Vera chuckled. "THAT's a tale..." Then there's Fulmala -- she's a real dark-skinned. "Hello Greg. Is there a problem here?" Mrs. Winton answered for me."Mr. Hammond is insisting on room nine. I have told him that it is not available." Angela opened the diary and looked at the bookings."Mr. and Mrs. Anson are not arriving until Wednesday. Did they specify room nine in their booking?" Mrs. Winton did not like this turn of event."Er ... No. Not exactly. They didn't want to pay the surcharge for a front room." she answered. Angela smiled."No problem then. Give them room eleven on. He was a lot different from his past self in junior high when he'd always end up panting and sprawled over the floor when running away from all the trouble Ed and Eddy created. After a suggestion from his parents to start a sport to help his college applications, Edd began preparing for triathlons. While he was no buffed up jock like Kevin or other football team player, he had filled out pretty well with lean muscles.Speaking of changes, since high school started he dropped my old outfit opting. I think she just tolerates my flirting and gives the nice guy at work a little leeway instead of slapping me across the face. If she was into me I think we'd be making out in the dry storage or sneaking of the employee restrooms for fun. Anyways last night was tough night of work and as soon as I got home I took off my work cloths and hit the mattress and went straight to sleep. I end up having a dream where I open my eyes and that sexy MILF is in my room and she mounts me and starts kissing.