Before entering the apartment, Robin had placed a note on the door to his apartment telling Brandy that she was in the shower and to knock three times...and then wait ten seconds before entering.Jack looked at her confused and said, "What? Who will be here in half an hour?" Brandy! I left her a note asking her to come by when she got off work. Now hurry up and help me pull the bed out. When she gets here, I want her to find us in bed together," she told him.But he just stood there staring at. It was her, no doubt, who I had had an intimate conversation with. I found myself studying my teacher. She was blonde and had brown eyes, but she lacked the DDs she spoke of, in their place was what I guessed was a modest B, but I wasnt really disappointed by that. She wore a dull gold wedding ring on her right hand, which made my jaw fall further. She looked young for her age, and I couldnt help but notice how pretty she was when I was looking at her other than as my teacher. It wasnt long. Short skirt showing off plenty of leg but low enough not to show her stocking tops. Well, not when she was standing anyway. And the top was strapless, sort of elasticated. This didn't allow for any cleavage to be on display but it certainly did show of the shape of her small but firm breasts and without a bra her nipples were clearly visible.We were made very welcome at the party. It seemed to be mostly men, just a few couples. It seems it was at the home of Phil's boss, so it was mostly people. He shook his head. Damn! She was a crackerjack! Kitty noisily cleared her throat and interrupted Moe’s thoughts. He settled back against his bed and tried not to think about Mona and her charms. There was work to do. The nurse might be pleasure and paradise wrapped in starched white, but Kitty Winslow was Moe’s bread and butter. ‘Looks like it’s just you and me, Mrs. Winslow,’ he said. ‘Please, call me Kitty.’ ‘All right, Kitty. Call me Moe.’ ‘Mr. Gaf …’ Kitty suddenly found the latch on her.