Clarisse Newton

"All good things, I hope." I said, keeping a polite smile pasted on my face.

It was… weird. I could see both Jasmine and Jenny inside her.

On second thought, it wasn't weird. She was their mother. They had to have picked traits from her. Traits different from the obvious physical ones.

My eyes drifted down to her breasts before I controlled myself. Looking would be a weakness she would catch and if she can, she'd use it against me.

On second thought, maybe I should look and signal my… desire. Make my intentions plain from the start.

This was a MILF in every sense of the word. Sensual, curvy and best of all, divorced.

She was as single as a beanstalk. I won't be getting in between any loves. But there's just a teeny tiny problem.

Clarisse Newton isn't an ordinary woman.

There were a lot of things I'd been able to gather from the reports Elsa had given me but one thing stuck out. The one thing Clarisse was attracted to.