Marlene Jefferson came out from the back, and Norman's eyes had popped out like hard boiled eggs. Marlene was a very sexy piece. Norman was divorced. His wife had been fat and had warts, and still she had left him for another man. Norman, although he had a big prick, had never had much luck with the ladies. And he sure wished he could have some luck with a lady like Mrs. Jefferson.

She was tall and willowy.

She had a wild mane of red hair all tousled over her cheeks and neck, as if she had just come tumbling from the midst of some energetic orgy and wouldn't mind tumbling right back in. Her green eyes were slightly tilted up at the corners and her lips looked as if they had been specifically designed for sucking on pricks. They were full, sensual and erotic.

She was wearing a jade-green jumpsuit that matched the color of her eyes, and she had left the zipper undone at the neck so that the full cleavage of her thrusting tits could be seen, almost to the nipples. Those nipples, pressing out in clear definition against the jumpsuit, offered definite proof that she was not wearing a bra.

She knew she was sexy – no doubt of that. The way she looked at him gave him a thrill. He didn't think anything would come of it, of course, but he was getting excited just looking at her. She told him to follow her, and he did so, his tongue almost hanging out, like a dog in pursuit of a bitch in heat. Her heart shaped ass swayed erotically as she led the way across the courtyard to one of the motel units.

A maid emerged from another of the units. She had red hair, too, and green eyes and looked a great deal like Mrs. Jefferson, in a slimmer, younger fashion.

"Hi, Mom," she said.

"Just about finished with the rooms, Jeannie?" the older woman asked, pausing by the roll cart.