Her hips were small but her ass very round and compact. The small shorts made her legs seem even longer than they were and her movements gave a tiny g...impse of cheek when she turned the right way. I could see a small streak of glistening moisture running down the inside of one thighs. "Uh," she looked around, "anything?" Her gaze dropped to my crotch and stayed there, she obviously realized my excited state. Then realizing I was watching her she quickly looked away, nervously biting her lip,. Do you know much about art?”“No, not really —”“Well, it is something he has messed about with all his life and he is really rather good at it. Royal Academy shows and all that sort of thing. But, lately, he has been experimenting with ceramics, firing them in a small kiln we have in a wooden shed in the garden, but it really won’t do at all, it is damp in there when the oven’s off and he suffers terribly with his poor chest.”She turned to me, placing an affectionate hand on my chest, “don’t. I wanted to make sure that it smelled fresh!I couldn't get out of the bedroom fast enough, I needed his kisses. I needed to feel his hands on my dressed body, I needed him! My heels made a loud clicking sound as I carefully walked down the stairs. My heart was beating three times faster than normal, it seemed with every beat of my heart; my nipples tightened more. In my haste to get downstairs, I almost tripped and stumbled. Finally, I saw him, standing next to my husband in front of the. But Connie couldn’t.---------- At the office the next day, Connie Porter was restless. A financial advisor specializing in estate tax planning, she spent much of her time reviewing detailed documents. To her it was usually interesting work. Beyond the numbers were complicated and demanding problems to solve. But today she couldn’t concentrate. In her mind she still heard Ann’s night sounds; and her body was still aroused by them. When Andrew, one of her associates, came.