It's amazing how many little problems come to light on the shop floor over the weekend when I wasn't around to sort them; consequently my Mondays were...fairly busy.I'd generally knock-off about seven; then stop in the pub for a pint and steak before going home, usually arriving about the same time as Jill and the children. Was it habit or could you call it routine? I have no idea, but that's how Mondays had gone for as long as I cared to remember.But, routine was one thing that Monday proved not. I really couldn't think of anything worse! I don't suppose I was any different than 90% of the girls in college. I loved men well enough and I was constantly fantasizing what it would feel like with a man's hands all over my very sensitive body! I was just picky who with. I wanted a man to love me for who I was. I wanted him to love me, not just my bare breasts or my always wet pussy. I soon found out though that most men in college just wanted sex for sex's sake, and nothing more. I. "Umm, you have no idea," I smiled at him, grasping the woman's hand. "And she'll be one, too, once we're finished."His dark face flushed with anger, his nose flaring as he snorted like a bull, and he charged at me. He didn't get far. 53 whipped out her collapsible baton and slammed it hard against the back of his knee. With a cry of pain, he fell forward. 52 grabbed one of his hands and 53 the other one as the Arab man thrashed like a fish flopping about in the bottom of a boat."Stop resisting,. Those sexy tight lycra shorts which would allow me to show off my boner bulge to her. Yes, I was planning to tempt and test her out and checked her reactions. i kept myself busy while at her place but at the same time, keeping an eye on her most of the time. She was casual in her shorts and t-shirt. I just could not hide my arousing bulge when i happened to walk into one of the room and saw her bending over, packing something. Her shorts had ridden up, exposing almost half of the bottom of her.