A good looking senator

Oh…Sarah Fletcher. Such a woman. With only a height reaching 5’2 feet. She seemed to have her priorities straight. Which is one that is solely focussed on looking good to the public. And who wouldn’t have done so with such a body. Hips that curved into juicy thick thighs. Two large melons swaying freely in her bra. A youthful face with freckles around her warm auburn eyes, while strands of blonde hair underlined the beauty of the middle aged woman.

All that conflicting with the standard look of any senator. Not even to speak of her personality, which is as flamboyant as her looks. And is to say: very ideologically based. Because she had placed herself in brand new territory on the American political field. Presenting herself as a centralist, which was in her own words trying to compromise the left with the right. Trying to work together and look for solutions, where both sides only seemed to look at problems.

Coming back to the crash site she just witnessed. Perhaps if this would have happened a few weeks ago, Sarah would have called the police like any sane person would have done. Because a few weeks ago she wouldn’t have had these maternal instincts. After all, at the crash site she was just a mammal who had experienced an excessive amount of grief prior to this. Traumatized like any other animal would be by the loss of a child. To clarify, a miscarriage had happened at the Fletcher’s house of residency.

Not that the good looking middle aged woman hadn’t had a child before. In a previous relationship she had become pregnant with a daughter. But the wish to bear a son was still there. Now this might seem like Sarah didn’t care for her daughter, but that would be a lie. She really cares for her daughter Eliorah. While she calls her Elly for short. It is just that a little girl wasn’t the same as a little boy.