She was in the kitchen with her back to me, pulling our pots and pans out of the cupboards. She turned around and started to speak, probably to ask me...how it went with Larry.She saw the look on my face and froze before she'd said two words.I said, "I'm going to be next door doing laundry for the next couple of hours. Never mind the pots and pans. They aren't worth much and I doubt if our new owner will let us bring them into his house."She heard the sarcasm. But I think that it went right over. . Two weeks later I followed the same routine except this time Ireached out and brushed my finger tips of her tits. The skin was sosmooth and silky. I ran my finger tips over one of her nipples andnoticed it swelling and growing hard. I guess she must have felt some-thing because she stirred. I almost shit myself, flicked the cover down and ran back tomy room. I lay there waiting for the reaction but strangely there wasnone. I crept back through to see her fast asleep on her back. Pluck-ing up. “Do you feel up for some more.” “That depends,” I told her, “What did you have in mind?” I asked. She stood and began to finger herself. She motioned for me to lie in the floor on the bathroom rug. As I laid down I watched her as she stood over me, rubbing herself. I felt my dick stir as it started to get hard again. She moved down, slide off her sweats, and straddled my waist. “Do you want to fuck me?” She asked. “Yes,” I moaned. She slowly moved down over me, taking all of my dick into her. " Twenty minutes later they parked at the rear of Stephanie's apartment block. "She's on the first floor David so the difficult part will be getting you up those stairs. They haven't yet put in disabled access but the stairs are wide and shallow. We did a check on the way to yours. Pete's a strong lad and will help you up. Once she opens the door, we follow Pete's plan. Okay?" Supposing she calls the police? Supposing she really hates my guts?" Supposing she loves you to hell? If you don't try.