Can I wait him here?

Brian stared greedily at Linda, his eyes roaming over her voluptuous figure, barely covered by the tight sweater. The musky odor of his unwashed body hovered in the air as he stepped closer, invading her personal space.

"Yes, I'm a very close friend of your son. Very close."

He grinned grimly, holding out his hand, pretending he wanted to shake it but he supposedly accidentally squinted at one of her massive tits through the thin fabric.

"Can I wait for him inside?"

Brian licked his plump, chapped lips, exposing yellowed teeth.

Linda giggled innocently, completely oblivious to Brian's lecherous stare and intentions. She stepped aside, opening the door wider to let him enter.

"Of course, sweetie! Come on in, make yourself at home!"

She chirped cheerfully, her ample bosom bouncing slightly with each movement. As Brian brushed past her, Linda wrinkled her nose almost imperceptibly at the strong musk emanating from his unwashed body. But she quickly plastered on a warm smile again.

"I'll go get us some of those yummy cookies I baked earlier! You just have a seat on the couch and relax."

Linda sashayed towards the kitchen, her wide hips swaying hypnotically in the tight jeans. She called back over her shoulder,

"And don't worry about a thing, honey!"