A Visiting Angel

"Were you expecting someone?" John asked the naked woman on top of him.

"Gosh, was I?" Emily said. "I think I was, but it's all fuzzy..."

Of course, the nymphomaniacal MILF would not remember what her formerly geriatric self was planning for that day. The ringer switched to knocking.

"Mrs. Addison? Mrs. Addison?" A woman's voice called. "It's Sabrina Matter from Visiting Angels."

John recognized the company as a service where adult children paid social workers to check in on their elderly parents. The new Mrs. Addison shrugged in confusion, not knowing why the woman would want to see her.

The knocking and yelling became more urgent and John realized a call to Emergency Services might be imminent. He pulled on his pants and opened the door.

"Who are you?" The dowdy middle aged woman exclaimed. "Where's Mrs. Addison?"

"The more important question is, who are you?" John said as she groped in her oversized purse for pepper spray. "I think you're a hot, high-class hooker Mrs. Addison hired to come over once a week and pretend to be her house cleaner."

"Well I never!" The woman said, fear becoming outrage as John raised his fingers to snap.

SNAP

"So, can I come in?" She asked. "Your neighbors might talk if I stay here with my ass hanging out."

John welcomed the whore in the slutty maid outfit in to his neighbor's house.

"Hi Mrs. Addison!" She greeted the naked MILF. "We have a third today then? You know that's extra!"

"You know I'm good for it, Sabrina!" Emily said, apparently knowing exactly who this version of the former social worker was.

"Well okay, then!" Sabrina said brightly. "I'd better get to work! Should I start with some light dusting, or would you like me to clean the carpets?"

Sabrina stared meaningfully at Emily's spunk-spattered mound.