S. If you’re interested leave a note back here tomorrow.I wasn’t confident I would get a response in the least bit. But that didn’t stop me from...pondering what her possible response would be if she even gave one. I wrestled with if I had even taken the right approach. I kind of felt lame, but I had been out the game so long I wasn’t sure I could just go up and talk to her like. I wrecked my brain all day about this. I ended up grabbing a drink at the bar up the block on the way home. I had a. The following morning, as much as his mind kept willing him to do so, he didn't have the guts to try it on again. Instead he sat at the table opposite where Helen was stood at the sink so he could get a perfect view of that coveted sexy arse of hers. This particular morning she was wearing a grey, pinstriped, pencil skirt and as Helen washed the plates and cups, her arse wiggled back and forth acting like a red flag to her son. Soon he was beginning to regret not having tried it on again and. I make my way through into the bathroom and turn the shower on in the cubicle. I go into my bedroom kick of my shoes, unbutton my blouse, unfasten the button on my skirt, and slide the zip down, the grey skirt falls effortlessly to the floor. I began to undo the sleeve buttons on my blouse and discarding it to the floor on top of the skirt.Standing in front of the mirror I hook my arms out from my bra straps, turn it around and undo the clasp. It also falls to the floor. Cupping my breasts in. I don't think so' she said.Kim smiled 'Is there someone else?'Helen blushed and lowered her eyes. 'It's Frank, only he never looks at me. I think he's dishy, don't you?'Kim had to admit that he had turned her on and gave a short laugh. 'I suppose it's that dark hair and colouring. Dark men always look more, er, commanding somehow.''Oh, yes. Don't they just! I wouldn't mind if he wanted to dissect my clothes.' She giggled and both girls laughed, happy together and glad to be in each other's.