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The light blue color had made her eyes jump when we first connected. Even though the sweatshirt was oversized, it was obvious by the way her arms fell to her sides she was not an oversized woman. Her heather grey sweatpants were loose-fitting, but obviously a size small or extra small. The sweatpants had elastic held tight just under the knee. The “PINK” across ass to mouth the back shifted with each of her steps as she led me to the kitchen. Her calves were defined, and her bare feet pressed from heel to toe as she made her way across the room. When in the kitchen, it was a designer’s showcase and an entertainer’s dream. As the bags were set gently on the counter next to the fridge, two mobile kids (probably 5 and 3) tear into the room and around the island counter, nearly knocking the two of us over. Chasing them to the eat-in table, the three of us join the non-mobile child, stuck in a highchair, and craft projects strewn across the surface. Kelly saw me sit down and ask about the projects on the table and have every project explained to me by the kids while she made quick work of the groceries. As her body flowed through the process of storing the groceries, my glances must have become obvious, watching her movements and admiring her figure. When she reached to the higher cupboards, her sweatshirt would reveal the low waist of the sweat pant, barely covering her ass and exposing the lower abdominal areas of her stomach. She didn’t japanese have overly defined abs, but she clearly worked out regularly and took care of herself. When she bent forward to put things into the bottom cupboards, she gave me a view down her shirt, exposing her sports bra and B or C cup breasts confined beneath. When she was finished with the groceries, it was time for me to excuse myself from asian the table. Her youngest mobile child, a daughter, said, “do we get to see you again?” and reached out for a hug. Returning the hug with the only comment available, “that depends on how happy your mommy is with me.” My glance focused at Kelly, catching her smile at my hugging her daughter. I gave her son a high-five and waved to the youngest, stuck in a highchair, and started to collect my crates and bags. While at the door, Kelly said, “thank you SO much Jay…distracting the kids was a stroke of genius! This delivery service really grabbed a gem when they hired you…I hope you’ll be our regular guy now?” My response was simply, “I’ll see what I can do about that Kelly, they’re great kids!” Later that day, a notification from the delivery company revealed that Kelly had called and expressed her appreciation for my delivery. The boss said her review of my delivery solidified a household that had expressed possibly cancelling services. They were more than happy to let me take over the deliveries to them in the future. The rest of my week went with randomness between deliveries. Each interaction was positive and reviews were good enough to make me feel great about this new flexible opportunity. Hardcore The next week, Kelly’s delivery order was shopped and delivered as scheduled. This time, when Kelly answered the door, she was wearing capri-length yoga pants, with a bright, wild pattern, and a black version of the same wide neck, baggy sweatshirt she was wearing last week. Her hair done into a bun at the top and back of her head. Her eyes obviously had some makeup around them, but not excessive. As we made our way toward the kitchen, her daughter shouted, “Missur Jay, come look at our project for today!” Kelly made quick work of the groceries again, and it was obvious she was noticing my glances as she extended toward the higher cabinets, again exposing the low waist of her yoga pants…or…as she bent to the floor cabinets, giving me a glimpse down her shirt…this time, no sports bra beneath. The quick glance of nipples was a surprise, and my glances turned to stares, it amazed me she didn’t have a bra beneath her sweatshirt! When she was done, and the good-byes with the kids were over, Kelly gave me a hug at the door, extending to her toes so she could get closer to my face, whispering, “next week, the kids are going to be at the neighbors”. An awkward comment, for sure, but didn’t think about it much, and between family and delivery business, it was forgotten before the end of the week. This week…my third week of deliveries…this was the week that changed me from A delivery guy to THE “delivery” guy! Upon arrival at Kelly’s, her hug came to mind…the press of her breasts against my chest, her tiny frame in my arms, the smell of her hair, the smoothness of her skin against my arm…the fact she neglected to wear a bra…but her comment didn’t register. Kelly’s house was my first delivery of the day, and anal I didn’t have anything after, it was a half-day of school, my kids would occupy the remainder of my day. Knocking on the door, Kelly didn’t answer. Knocking again without an answer. I can see you are not done sleeping. Grandpa would take a Viagra just like Daddy did. They had been gone for a while now. Guess I got them mixed up." “Robbie no!!” Her voice calming me slightly. I kicked with my foot in a panic, trying to dislodge him, but cried out as his teeth dug deeper into my skin. Fuck! Jeff smiled to himself. There was an innocence to her that anal demanded to be soiled. She straightened japanese even more and thrust herself out towards ass to mouth me, her black legging clad knees opening and fanning back closed. “Just things.” I answered. As I did, I stroked asian your long blonde hair, and Hardcore held you to my chest. My eyes begging you to let me come. Now, sit back and don't move a goddamn inch."