Chapter 12

Ann Marshall lay on her living room carpet exercising her body. At age thirty-five, her body was in its prime. Her firm tits and ass and her slim waist gave evidence to her vitality.

She lay on her back, with her long, black hair tied back in a ponytail, raising her legs off the floor, spreading and closing them, then lowering them to the floor again. Dressed only in a pair of panties, she continued this exercise for some time while thoughts raced through her Head.

Her life was going well, now. She'd been living in this apartment, on her own, for one month, and her new job as assistant to the manager had opened new avenues for her. It allowed her to meet many different people everyday, some of which had become her friends.

Life had become fun and interesting, and she was no longer depressed over her divorce. In fact, she rarely thought about her ex-husband anymore, so many other things were now occupying her time, nearly all of them good.

She now rolled over onto her flat stomach and began doing push-ups, raising herself up with her hands then lowering her body down again until her large, bare tits pressed into the carpet under her weight. The tiny panties which she wore, barely covered her magnificent ass, and, with each upward lift of her body, she imagined herself being fucked in the ass by some horny, old man kneeling behind her.

She was just about to begin her deep knee-bends when a loud knock at the door interrupted her.

"Just a minute," she called. She hurried to the door half naked, and asked,

"Who is it?"

"I'm collecting money for charity to aid the blind," the voice said.

Ann opened the door just enough to peek outside. Standing in the doorway was a middle-aged blind man carrying a cane and holding a German shepherd on a leash. Realizing the man was blind, Ann saw no reason to cover herself, and she invited the man into her apartment.

"Won't you please come in," she said. She led him to the couch and helped him sit down, with the seeing eye dog walking alongside and sitting at his master's feet. Ann sat down beside him, still wearing only a pair of panties. "What can I do for you?" she asked.

"I'm collecting money to aid blind people in this town. The money will be used to help train seeing eye dogs such as this one, and also to help blind people adjust to everyday life.

"That sounds like a worthwhile cause. I'll be glad to donate some money.

Why don't you stay and have a cup of coffee? It's kind of early to be out on a Sunday morning, isn't it?"

"No, it's not too early. I enjoy being out in the morning sunshine. By the way, I'd love a cup of coffee."

"Fine, I'll be right back," she said. She hurried into the kitchen and retu rned five minutes later with a tray of coffee and doughnuts.

"That smells good," said the blind man, still unaware of Ann's nakedness.

She poured him a cup of coffee and leaned over to hand it to him, "Here you are, a fresh cup of coffee." she said.

He leaned forward to take it from her and accidentally bumped his head against her big tits. This so surprised Ann that she spilled the hot coffee in his lap, which caused him to jump up in pain. As he jumped up from his seat, Ann's tits smacked him right in the face, the blow knocking her onto the floor, spread-eagled, and sending the, hot coffee all over the seeing eye dog. The poor dog howled in pain and sprang from the room, jerking the leash from its master's hand and sending the blind man hurtling forward to land squarely on top of Ann's half-naked body.

"What the fuck is going on?" asked the dazed blind man as he held tightly to Ann's big tits.