Doing a quick clothing adjustment, checking her lipstick, hopping out of the car. She was glad she had changed into her favorite sundress before takin...g the boy to grandmas, it accented all the right spots. She grabbed some cash out of her purse, tossed it in the trunk on her way inside. She was quiet with the man at the desk, paying her way in, getting an ice-cold drink to wet her throat and calm her nerves. She took a deep breath, opened the door, and stepped inside.He was there, of course.. I alsohad a part time job at the local supermarket,collecting up carts from the parking lot and stockingshelves which netted me another 75-100 bucks a week.Anyway, I got to know quite a few of the regularshoppers there at the store, what with helping themout to their cars and stuff and one of them was thisGORGEOUS blonde named Tammy. She was probably 5 or 6years older than I was and I was hopelessly in lovewith her. She had a body that wouldn't quit and a wayof speaking that just drove my. Part of her, the wicked portion that usually came out only in her erotic dreams about her son, put in a surprise appearance and the wetness between her legs grew, becoming noticeable even to her assailants. A knowing hand began to rub between her trembling legs, probing her wetness and what it revealed about this charming, well mannered, mature woman. "I think we have a whore on our hands rather than a member of the upper class. Won't our boss be surprised when he sees how wet her cunt. Setting that down, I chose another one at random. Scandinavian Myths. Thor and Loki and all that. I should mention that Joey loved reading comics. He’d probably picked this one because of the Marvel Movies. I began to thumb through it and a piece of paper slipped out, fluttering to the floor, landing face up. A Photo taken about twelve years ago. I recognized it. Me and Gran out in the garden, dirt all over my frock, smiling like a lunatic, a trowel in one hand. I felt my eyes moisten again as.