She padded barefoot to the front window, moved the drapes aside, and peered out. She spotted him down the opposite end of the street this time. She grinned, wondering who he fucked last night. Any man who had watched the things she had done to Grant's cock would have had a sleepless night without a pussy to quiet his passion.

"Who did you fuck?" she said aloud, enjoying her one-way conversation, her interest slightly more than casual. "Was she good?"

She blew the detective a kiss and giggled. As she went into the bathroom and ran the shower, her only thought was, who will I fuck today? She stepped inside the shower stall, letting the warm water rinse away the last traces of sleep.

Thirty minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroom, refreshed, dried, and ready to go. Still naked, she stood by the window to see if her newly acquired shadow was still parked. He was, only now his car was almost directly across the street. She could see him peering up at her window and she decided to give him a show.

Pulling back the drapes of the front window overlooking the street, she stood, for a full minute, allowing the detective an unabashed view of her naked body. "Enjoy it," she said, then stepped away, not wanting to turn on the entire neighborhood.

She pulled on a pair of short purple jogging trunks made out of soft terry. They fit snug, her ass cheeks peeking deliciously out and the crotch tight against her pussy lips, the indentation between her lips a hot welcome sight at the end of her long legs.

She pulled a matching terry top over her head, the material clinging to her overripe tits. She nodded to herself in the mirror, satisfied with her appearance. Her green eyes danced and her make-up was done just right, highlighting all of her sensuous features. It was going to be a hot day and she was prepared for it!