As the early morning sun beamed down on the quiet neighborhood, Sarah could feel the heat creeping into her small, humble abode. She stood before her mirror, admiring her reflection as she prepared for her visitor. Her soft, supple body glistened with a thin layer of perspiration, reflecting the heat that enveloped her.
Sarah's eyes scanned over her curves, lingering lovingly on her full breasts and tightly-curled nipples before moving down to the perfectly-trimmed patch of hair between her legs. She couldn't help but feel excited about her visitor; he was always so kind and considerate, always bringing fresh fruit and vegetables from his garden to share with her.
The sound of footsteps on the front porch snapped Sarah out of her reverie. She quickly smoothed down her skirt, straightening her blouse as she headed towards the door , her heart racing with anticipation.
