I guess in his early forties. He is kind of good looking. But he has always made me a little nervous. He doesn't talk much. And when he looks at me he...has always given me the impression that he could see right through me. It isn't that he was creepy. He was friendly enough and he never said or did anything improper. He even looked at my eyes when we talked! You know how hard it is for a guy to do that.Every Wednesday I go to Mr. Ford's house and spend about three or four hours cleaning. He. “Hey…” she whispered after a long moment, resting a hand on Sasha’s arm. “I’m being selfish, come here babe…” She gazed into Sasha’s eyes before kissing her passionately, their tongues sliding wetly over one another. Sasha’s legs felt weak and shaky with lust. The heavy baseline of the music being played around them seemed to intensify the atmosphere and they began grinding their hips against each other as they kissed. Aimee was first to pull away, leaving Sasha breathless and panting. She felt. Both girls gasped at the sight of my mature breasts, which though not large by adult standards, were huge compared to their adolescent swellings. I invited them both to fondle my breasts and to see how the nipples felt. They ran their fingers over my nipples, which were like hard knobs surrounded by my pink aureoles. I shivered at the touch of these young, nubile, teenagers.When I saw how fascinated they were with my breasts I invited them to taste the nipples as they had done to each other.. Debbie smiled at me, and said in a low voice. "It's about time Mike!You've been in here looking at those every day for the last two weeks!You've got tremendous willpower! None of the other guys made it pasttwo days of looking - most bought the first day!" What other guys?" Are you kidding? I think every man who works in the building hasgotten into crossdressing in the last two weeks! You are the last." What are you talking about Debbie?" Don't worry Mike, you're secret's safe with me! I know.