Dreams really do come true!

You pause the video and decide to answer the door just the way you are. If it’s a kid, you would probably embarrass the heck out of them. If not, well then, all the better for you. As you unlock the door you are greeted by a huge muscular man in his late thirties. It was Tyrone Baker, his son delivered the morning paper. Mr. Baker eyes your body blissfully as his tongue runs across his thick maroon lips.

“Looks like I caught you at a good time Joy. Are your parents home by chance?” He asks as he stares obscenely at your large breasts.

“Nope, sorry Mr. Baker. The rents are out of town for the day. Maybe I could help you with whatever you need.”

“I’m sure you could sweetheart. It would seem that my son has forgotten to collect from you guys for the last two and a half months. I guess the bill has come to $104.25. I was really hoping your parents were home so I could get that money.” Tyrone tells you doing his best not to grab your tits in his hands and squeeze the hell out of them.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Baker, I had no idea. Why don’t you come in and I’ll call my mom. I’m sure she has some money stored away somewhere for just such an occasion.” You move aside, letting the tall behemoth into your living room. “I’ll be right back. Please, make yourself comfortable.”

You turn around and walk seductively toward the hall leading to your room, making each of your ass cheeks jiggle as they fall back against your upper thigh. You find the cell on the floor and speed dial your mother’s number.

“Hi sweetheart, what’s up? Your mother asks answering the phone.

“Hey mom, little Kenny Baker is here and he is wondering if we have the hundred dollars we owe him for the last two and a half months of deliveries.” You tell your mother.

“Oh my goodness! I totally forgot…” your mother starts to explain before you move the phone away from your ear, “… in the mason jar behind the spaghetti noodles. Okay?” She finally finishes.

“Got it! Have fun mom!”

“You too sweetheart but not too much fun, you hear me? If I find out you’ve been… blah blah blah… I’ll ground you till the day you move out!”

“Yep, bye mom.” You say before hitting the end button on your cell; throwing it on your bed.

You run into the kitchen, your breasts bouncing wildly in front of you, as you yell to Mr. Baker, “be there in just a sec, k?”

“Take your time Joy, I’ve got plenty of time.”

You open the cupboard and move several packets of angel hair noodles revealing a hidden stash, taking two fifties and a ten out before replacing the jar.

As you walk back into the living room you notice the curtains have been pulled shut and Mr. Baker is sitting on the sofa.

“Here you are Mr. Baker a hundred and ten dollars. My mom said Kenny could keep the change for all his troubles.”

“Well that is mighty generous of your mother, I’ll be sure to have my son thank her when he sees her again. If you don’t mind me asking Joy, what’s this your watching on the tube?”

“Oh, that is just my exercise video.”

Mr. Baker smirks, “I’m sure it is Joy.”

“No really it’s a video to exercise specific body parts, keeping a woman’s figure healthy and vibrant. I’ll show you if you would like?”