Heather ground her body against mine from behind and bent me overfurther with a steady pressure from her full, sweatered tits against myback. She was...still giving me a reach-around and my gyrating hips wererhythmically pressing into Heather's lap.The hand behind my balls slid up to touch my back entrance, but unlikemy first time in the shower with Jennifer, I didn't squeal or flinch,instead I pressed my ass against the pressure of Heather's thumb, whichbegan to slowly disappear inside. She had brown eyes, and larger breasts than Aimee (at least, they looked large on her small frame). Mely had a boy friend that she has been seeing for a few years, and I was told that she had been looking to marry him sometime in the future.Thinking about Debbie's employees made me reject them as possible spies. If they were, Aimee should have definitely been able to tell, right? To tell the truth, even if somebody had "planted" this ability into me, how would they have known that I would. He had the charities investigated and found that several of them gave assistance to minorities and he went ballistic. Harry was a bigot and he was against anything that "Gives those bastards a free ride." He put pressure on me to leave those particular charities and to keep peace in the family I finally gave in.But it was the health club that really got to him. He stopped by one afternoon to pick me up and saw me in my tight leotard working on the Stairmaster in a room full of people - mostly. But somehow it seemed the right time to wear it now. It was a symbol of her vow, she thought, buttoning the last button as she answered the door.A long expanse of tanned thigh below a bright red short skirt was the first thing she saw. Looking upward, there was a short navy jacket and a white blouse that showed far too much bosom in the deep V neckline and above that a young but pouty face framed by long sandy hair. Her eyes traveled back down again to discover several suitcases nestled around.