I met her on the stairs as a delaying tactic, wow that dress, she was almost naked, it was basically a very short skirt that had material looped aroun... her neck that kept the whole thing on and barely covered her breasts, I also realized for the first time that both her breasts had nipple rings. From my viewpoint at the base of the stairs I could see she had taken the pantie option, which were a good color match with the dress and small hand bag she was carrying. Pauline looked very fuckable. The roof creaked overhead, but she didn't notice it.She stuffed the tube fully into her hole again, then turned and got into the tub. She turned on the water, wetting herself down, letting the hard little drops caress her swollen tit mounds. She pumped her ass in and out, her pussy muscles squeezing down around the plastic tube inside her.She reached up and pushed the showerhead over, angling the water against the wall and away from her, then grabbed the soap and began rubbing it all over her. "Oh, Allah, please forgive me!" pleaded Fahima. The doorbell rang snapping Fahima out of her daze. She went downstairs with a big broad smile plastered across her face. She knew who it was and had been waiting for him all morning. "Hello, Donte," she smiled as she greeted the big black man at her doorway."Hey, Fahima, how are you you?" Donte smiled back weakly. Fahima could sense something was up. She had known Donte for 6 years now after Ali had hired him, as a handyman, to fix the roof for. He put them down on the table and backed up a step. "Look like Fred's," he said. "See here." He pointed to some scribing on the shotgun's stock.The bewigged man nodded. "Well?" he said, looking up at me."They stopped Mrs. H-- late yesterday," I said. "Threatened to rob her and shoot me." And?" said the thin-nosed man. He extracted his enameled snuff box."We fought," I said."And you killed them?"I nodded. "It was a short fight."He put down his snuff box, reached across the table and slapped my.