You’ll especially do a lot for money that comes from someone who looks like Jack. Maybe tonight will be the night. You’re always wearing a skirt t...hat’s too short and heels that are too high, and a shirt so tight your tits are spilling over. All of it for him, so he notices you, so he wants to take you home and fuck you so hard you can’t remember your own name. Tonight you’re drunk and horny as fuck. And Jack looks good. He always looks good, but it’s summer in Louisiana and it’s like a swamp. ...............................................................................................................................Another day, another dollar as they say, back to work at the hospital.I continue with my regular routines at work, and most days I make an effort to help Molly our ward clerk, giving her the occasional massage, also helping her lift and move things. I enjoy chatting to her, she is friendly with a great personality, her Irish accent being music to my ears. I was subtly. It wouldn't be possible if you hadn't spent years driving them to their games. Thank you.And did I mention their bikinis? They never showed you what they bought for this trip, did they? Holy Mother of All That is Sacred, I've seen more fabric on a pole dancer than your daughters wore on the beach. Don't get me wrong; I'm not complaining. In fact, I love the sight of your daughter's tits barely restrained by a piece of fabric the size of a Band-Aid. I love the piece of floss that crawls up the. ” She drew a small map. “It starts at ten, and lasts until whenever.” “Okay, thank you so much! “Ill see you then!” “Okay hun, bye bye!” “Bye!” So now I had a party invitation. I was happy to have an opportunity to get to know the other girls. Right now though, I just wanted to get to bed. I drove home uneventfully, kicked off my shoes, dropped my dress, then peeled off my stockings and threw both into the hamper. I then took a nice hot shower, douched, washed and dried my hair, then went.