She was hot and knew it. By the time the sun had gone down, we had taken several calls. Breathing problems, car accidents, domestic disputes and a... few nursing home calls. Nothing exciting, until one in the morning. The call was for a drowning, unconscious and not breathing. While on the scene, we did our work and loaded the patient up. Jessica and I worked together like a well oiled machine. We had the Fire Department drive us to the landing zone, and everyone in a while he would. She could only be described in old school terms as a voluptuously builtwoman. Neither thin nor overweight, with that stomach bulge that moremature women have that we men find so intoxicating. Her breasts wereeasily 38dd's with a banana tilt that suggested that were firm and tight;with large nipples pressing out against the tightness of the white bra Ispotted underneath her blouse. Her firm fanny was a little to large forher frame the same way Jennifer Lopezs' is out of proportion for her. The 9 horse hung around the back of the pack while the 7 took off to an early lead. Maybe her husband had found something he wasn’t a dumbass about. Around the final corner, though, the 9 made a hard break and charged for the front. With just a few feet to spare the 9 took the lead and earned a clear victory. Greg started cursing.“Here you go,” he said, handing one glass to Karen and taking the other. “To betting the favorite, sometimes it’s the right play.” Karen clinked her glass against his. I opened the bottle and took a few small lady-like sips. "Well, what now?" I got the distinct impression that Ritchie would like to continue our little dalliance. I started up the car and drove back onto the carriageway. "Listen, we can't tell your mum about that." "No! I'm guessing she wouldn't be happy. But fuck, we are adults." Ritchie was still keen. "You smell amazing by the way!" Ritchie's subtle flirting continued. "And you have amazing legs!" He placed a hand on my left upper leg."Thank.