I felt like I was playing a game of twenty questions, but decided that now was not the moment to ask her to elaborate. As near as I could see, or hear... her pussy was still pretty dry, so I didn't put much stock in her answer anyway. "Of course, you were already pretty hot, from having me play with your boobs, huh?" Um hmm."I wanted her to remember her dining room lesson. I'm no student of psychology, but it seemed like the right approach, to keep hammering away at her insecurities. I joined her. I sat in panic and tried to think out my situation. I tried to think of all the people who might visit. Most of my co-workers were friends who knew that my girlfriend and I were a bit odd, so this shouldn't surprise them. But I had *no* idea what I was going to say if one of my bosses came in. I checked my watch to see how long I would have to endure this ignominy. 13:30 (I'm a military time weenie). "Three and a half hours," I thought. I heaved a sigh, and got to work, such as I could.As it. She had really been doing a great job. The yard was well manicured too. New flowers had been planted. The place looked better than when I was at home.She asked me to fix us drinks, white wine for her please. She picked up my bag and took it upstairs. I knew she put it in the master bedroom. No point worrying about that now. She looked trim and fit, had that "been working out" look.The dress she had on was conservative and at the same time showed off her great body. I had to look away, I was. This wasn't our usualroutine, but I thought that maybe a little showering together might leadto some sex later tonight. I went to the bedroom and stripped off myclothes, dumping them in the hamper.By the time I entered the bathroom it was already warm and muggy withsteam from floor to ceiling. I could hear the hissss of the shower andthe patter of water dripping off her body onto the shower floor below.I moved to the curtain and pulled back the corner to peek inside. Shewas facing away from.