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Town Library. I'm helping a young, blonde, well-stacked, Single-Mum to return a trolley full of "pre-sorted-books" back to their appropriate shelving. Apparently she's "got a New Paramour", so she's dressed ready to be picked-up in the car-park straight from work. We arrive at a set of racks and I start to unload the heavier tomes onto the higher ledges. "Come and stand in front of me." she begs. "Why?" I casually enquire. "There are some Right Perves in 'ere! They only come to glare at the likes o'me!" Black-Mini-Skirted, she squats onto her stilettoes, legs awry as she swivels with an arm full of books. I'm looking straight up between her widespread thighs. Black Nylons. Bare thigh. Red/Black Suspenders. Red/Black Thong. Big Bush. "I can see straight up your skirt! " I announce. "That's OK ! You are a decent, married Bloke. It's them others I don't like!". She grabs another tranch of volumes, her breasts rising, her nipples popping from her black, half-bra, clearly visible through her semi-fastened, white, nylon blouse as she clutches them tightly. "Now look!" I remonstrate. "Don't care ! You're a Good Bloke! Just stand there On Guard. Watch over me, please. It stops them other bastards gawping!"