Tamara #1: The Soccer Mom
I once had to work on a young 7 or 8 year old girl. I hate working on kids as they are too fragile for the kind of work I am an expert in. But the boss asked me to handle it, and handle it I did.
After the session her mom came in to pick her up. This woman had beautiful long black hair down to her waist. She was very fit, and had an amazing figure that was on full display clad in her tight Lululemon sweats and T-shirt. Her face was very pretty but sad…or perhaps lifeless, as if she has lost that spark life can offer. Who can blame her, with the stresses of motherhood and all? Next to her stood a little boy, a bit older than her daughter. This woman was definitely a milf, even if she did look miserable.
I eyed her up and down, summing up how good her body must look like beneath her clothing. She smiled and was, for the most part, very professional. I noticed her hand had a large Diamond ring on it but her manicure was tattered. I overheard her discussing appointment scheduling with the front desk. She snuck in the fact that she takes her kids to soccer and gymnastics a few times a week. Poor thing…