First a little about me, I am 37 5'6 and around 140 pounds with above the shoulder brown hair and brown eyes with a 38C chest in case you were all won...dering. I'm not in the greatest of shape but not completely flabby either but after two kids my boobs aren't nice and perky as they used to be. I am married and we live in a nice subdivision that has its own park, tennis court, and swimming pool which is paid for by our home owners' association fees. In other words, it's sort of a private pool for. My name is Don Parsons, fifty one, currently living alone. My wife was a victim to breast cancer twelve years ago. My job is my life. My career has been very satisfying as well as lucrative. There have been a few affairs the last one nearly two years ago. Being single allows me to entertain job offers such as this one.Up ahead, I notice someone standing by the road. It is a pitiful sight; even at this distance I can make out the body shaking, shivering. Stopping, the least I can do is give the. Jen let her brother go, but Kim had beat him to his room andlocked everyone out. "See, Chris, you can't even get to your clothes to change. We're alreadylate, but if we don't leave now, you're going to ruin that perfectattendance of yours," Jen stated in a eerily sinister, matter-of-factlyway.Chris was beside himself and beset with tears. Despite the circumstancessomething caused Kim to spontaneous perk up and squeak with excitement.She practically pranced over to her sister, who shot her an. It stretched almost all the way up to the top of the room and you needed a ladder to access some of the higher drawers. Feeling naughty, I threw my panties up to the top. Now there was no way I was going to be able to get them back. I could feel a smile breaking over my face as I wondered if I could climb the filing cabinet to try and retrieve them even though I had no desire to, wanting to feel the cold of the metal against the burning of my skin. It was made all the hotter when I saw my toys.