Stan knocked on the shower stall door, and then opened it and peeked in. ‘Room for one more?’ he asked. Denise smiled at him, nodding and gesturin... for him to join her. Stan took the soap laden sponge from her hand and washed her. If he seemed to pay special attention to her breasts, Denise didn’t mind. He moved the sponge lower, washing her abdomen, gliding it over her small belly roll. He moved lower still, soaping up her red-bronze pubic hair. Denise sighed, closing her eyes for a moment,. I can’t resist.As I approach her from behind my hands fall to her hips, feeling her womanly curves. As I press my body into hers, trapping her against the counter, my right hand moves to her shoulder and brushes the hair away from her neck.”What are you doing? I’m trying to make dinner.”“Shhh, don’t talk,” I whisper.I press my face into her neck, just below her ear, and breathe in her heavenly scent. It fills my nostrils and makes my heart beat even faster. My hands go to her waist, then slowly. The ringing phone on her desk saved her and Harold. Harold waved at her and left the room. (For once, not running in the doorjamb.) He ordered lunch. Sweet and soup pork for him Mongolian beef for Judith, white rice, egg rolls and egg drop soup. Delivery in 30 minutes. The neat thing about Harold is when he is not talking to, looking at, or thinking about Judith, he could accomplish a lot. The base plan was starting to form in his mind. Like most plans, it would weave and twist but the idea. I warm it with my breath, feel its silkiness on my face. I kneel at her feet. Her legs are crossed. I hold out her panties. She lets me slip them over her feet, her legs come uncrossed, I slip them up her ankles, trying not to let her know that I am trying so hard to look between her legs as I work the panties up to her knees. Mommy looks at me and smirks. I beg her with my eyes. She puts her hand on my head, and rises. My moment of exaltation. On my knees, my face inches from her nude,.