I didn’t care about her face. I didn’t care. I wanted a woman. I wanted her. There was time. Maybe I could get away with it. ‘Fancy a glass of w...ne instead then? In the warm… the fire’s on. Why don’t you come in?’ ‘I’m okay, thanks.’ She sighed and fiddled with her bag. The rising wind blew her straggly hair across her face. She bit down on her bottom lip and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. I could hear the rain pinging on the roof of her car, it sounded almost sleety. You stupid. Her voice was lower and softer now, little fluttery noises from deep in her throat. I took off my shoes, set them up on the ledge, and climbed up on top of the toilet. Good thing I did a lot of push-ups when I was young, my arms were up to the task of getting up on top of the stall wall. Of course the bonus was that with my shoes out of view, and me at the back of the stall, I was pretty much invisible to a casual onlooker. I balanced my belly on the wall and poked my head out further. Finally. I press her boobs slowly it is so soft and take her nipple in my mouth. I start sucking it. Within a minute I left her and move back. She is still sleeping. I went to bathroom to relax myself. This is first time in my life I have touch her boobs. The days were normal as nothing happen. But I can’t sleep in night I am just thing of her in naked body, her round butt, boobs and pussy. At 2 clocks I went to her room and found she sleep in red nighty normally. Her leg are open till knee I just pull. I wasn't sure whether or not he had turned gay or punk but I had known the k** a long time he was always decent so I tucked in my son and went out for the night. I drank at the pub down the street until last call and cabbed my way home. When I got home the sitter was still up watching music videos on the television and eating popcorn. He welcomed me back in an overly excited way that made me a bit uncomfortable. I tossed my keys on the counter, went to the fridge for another beer and plopped.