Never Judge a Book...

She was a dream to look at: porcelain-skinned face with high cheekbones, cool blue eyes and a cute button nose. Slim with an ample bust, long blonde hair that hung to her shoulders. Long, shapely legs topped-off with a killer ass.

She was accompanied by two kids; a boy of maybe five years and already developing lady-killer good looks. His sister was a replica of her mother and would surely break a few hearts as she matured. They were the picture-perfect family. Then the woman saw me.

“Whatchoo f**kin’ lookin’ at, ya f**kin’ perv!”

And all my illusions were shattered.

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