!! I fell into my chair gasping for breath as the cool air wafted over my pussy, while an hour later after finishing up her paper work I turned of the...lights and wentr home to a hot bath and a warm bed!!!I walked into work the next day and opened my computer as I was expecting an important E mail. , I had half dozen or so messages, including the one I had been waiting for!!! After downloading and printing it, I checked the remaining mail to see if there was anything important! It was the last. ”“He goes on more in that vein, it’s like he never heard a word of what we said, explaining it, but just pushes his narrow-minded view,” she said, putting the paper down.“Pushing Rupert Murdock’s view, more likely. The Courier-Mail is a News Limited publication, isn’t it?” I asked. “I guess if our political views are getting attacked by Murdock and Fox News, then we must be on the right track! Did he make any comment on the music?”“A few statements that sound like he had copied them from other. "Very much so…" I stammered again looking down. My hands came up of their own accord and eased her shirt backward over her shoulders and it slid free down her arms and back. I then took them in my own hands timidly and felt their weight and fullness fill my hands, they were incredibly hot to the touch, and wet from her sweating. Sandy in the meantime was loosening her belt and kicking off her shoes. As she lowered the zipper of her shorts, they just slid down her legs, revealing that she didn't. She was right, after all. They don’t take good care of those people there. I won’t improve upon my professional standing with some of my previous associates for writing this, but dammit when something needs to be said, well it needs to be said. I was the only white person working in the kitchen, with the exception of the head man. He was a likable enough fellow, but he was too quick to let the kitchen hands have their way. There was a standing rule in the nursing home kitchen: The residents.