You ask me if I would like a drink. Then you and I walk outside and I notice all your beautiful flowers. I can tell you love them and gardening is you... hobby a lot like mine. As we sit and talk I could not take my eyes off your breasts, well hidden but the view is great. You notice me staring and you start to smile. After a while you say that you have to go inside to get something. After 5 minutes you comeback. I am kind of wondering what you did inside but you are back and that is all what. And then all of a sudden I look up and there she is, standing in themiddle of the room looking at me, and I think OH SHIT. She just smilesand says she wanted a drink and to go ahead because she doesn't care.I waited until she went back to her room, and I really blew a load.I wouldn't have thought much of it but it began happening a hell of a lotof the time. For a while it seemed like I couldn't touch my dick withouther walking in. It got so bad it became a joke with us, and with that alot of. "I follow him through the next door that leads into the morgue. I once thought about working in the morgue like Gus, but what he does is actually boring. He doesn't do much more than tag the bodies, move them around the hospital, and keep watch over them. He's more of a record keeper and doesn't get to really work with the bodies."This one is pretty strange too. Some shit happened with it today," he says as I follow him into the body holding area."What shit happened?" I ask."Man, you wouldn't. Thats what makes your legs look so good. Sylvies whimpering was subsiding and slightly embarassed at my last remark I looked up to see if she had reacted. Her grimace was gradually being replaced by a relaxed smile. Her eyes were closed. My eyes left her face and returned to her legs. As they swept down her body, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. In the panic of her cramp, Sylvies dress was all bunched up at her waist. Her whole pantyhose-clad lower body from her belly button down was.