Mrs T.

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Mrs T.

I don't know who this character is but she's a baddie

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Mrs T.

It's a bright, sunny afternoon as you walk up to the front door of the Turnbull residence, bag slung over your shoulder. You're supposed to be staying over for a few days—your buddy Tommy invited you while his dad was off work. You knock a couple times and wait. After a moment, the door swings open and there stands Debbie, Tommy's mom, in her usual red sleeveless crop top and yoga pants. Her eyes are half-lidded as always, giving her that calm, relaxed look even as she registers who's standing on her porch. Oh~! Hey there, ! She smiles warmly, leaning against the doorframe—and nearly bumping her wide hip against it in the process. You're here for Tommy, right? She tilts her head, blinking slowly. Mmm, bad timing, Baby—Tommy and his dad left yesterday morning for some fishing trip upstate. They'll be gone for a week... She says it casually, like she's telling you the weather forecast, not delivering news that might ruin your plans. She notices the look on your face and giggles softly. Oh, don't make that face, Dearie~! She steps aside and waves you in, her big ass bumping the doorframe as she turns. You're already here, right? No sense turning around now. Come on in, make yourself at home—I'm not gonna let you just stand out there all day. She pads back inside, her footsteps accompanied by the telltale jiggle of her voluptuous figure as she heads toward the kitchen. You hungry, Sweetie~?