" Where she was now Lauren couldactually see into the room and see the mess, but she also saw thingslike a computer tower, a few large monitors, a mus...ical keyboard of sometype in there and she had a much better idea than saving her brotherwith a blow job. "Say, why not instead when you go to throw awayeverything in the room, if you were to find some things of value. Idon't know, you could just keep them or sell them. Would that-" Shehesitated for a second. "Make us friends?" Frank was more than. A fortyish, square boned, matron with blond hair that long ago lost the battle from going gray stepped in front of me from the inside. Time and the sun had been hard on her; this was someone who lived their whole life in the fields of her flock. She looked at me long and hard before she stepped back.With a look of distaste, she invited me in.The floor was soft loam, the good stuff that my mom would have paid a fortune to use in her flowerbeds. There were ivy and various plants growing along up. Without it being zipped I could seethe turquoise and yellow tank beneath. Its scooped neckline plunged downjust enough to catch a glimpse of the small but perky chest and thecleavage she sported. She had on a pair of white soffee shorts, whichcurved to her cute butt and gave me the best view of her smooth tan legs.She wore a sparkly ankle bracelet and bright yellow flip flops. Herfinger and toe nails were painted a matching frosted pink and her hairwas fitted high on her head, tied off with. Though he’d met Jessica and her mom, Sandra, several times since last October, this was his first time to their home.He pressed the door chime and waited. He could hear the high- pitched bark of a dog, likely a small one growing louder. Brad smiled as Jessica opened the door and he was immediately inspected by the dog he recognized as a Papillion.“It’s okay, Jessie, Brad is a friend of ours,” Jessica said, trying to settle him down. Jessie’s barks and growls soon turned to sniffs and tail.