My preferred time is late, usually after midnight. It?s the best time to go as it?s pretty quiet & you be sure that the only other users are serious g...eks who, like myself try to avoid being disturbed. Anyway, back to my fantasy?.. One evening, I?d dropped into the library & chosen my preferred corner, the older part with it?s vaulted ceilings, stone alcoves & rows of musty old books on wooden shelving. It?s never ceased to amaze me, how easy it is to find the darkest most private corners in. I'd spend my days working on mundane legal work such aswills, accident suits, bankruptcies and the like. At night I'd pick up the myevening take-out dinner, head home, strip to my underwear, and park myself infront of the PC and chat as Katelin. Which brings me to the fateful Fridaynight that I got caught.I had stayed at work late to finish up Mr. Murphy's will so that he couldsign it the first thing Monday. I picked up some Kentucky Fried Chicken on myway home, and when I got there I. She looked gorgeous; stood around 5’7”, long hair that had few strands of brown hair that fell over her eyes, curvy like bottled water ready to spill: natural D cups, firm and perky. She was taken aback for a moment seeing me in the couch but then she waved her hand and walked towards us. Her hair bounced as she walked. She was in a tight black jeans and an even tighter white shirt. Her breasts jumped with each step, neatly held within a black lacy bra. I couldn’t believe my luck and sat gaping. "What was the problem?" George asked. "Narrow pipes, just had to flood them with my special blend," Derrick added, saying much more than my husband picked up on. "Great, could you leave some of that special blend here in case the pipes need to be flooded again?" George asked, making Derrick snicker. "Don't worry, I flooded those pipes really good. I've never seen pipes so full. There will be plenty up in there for a while," he said, holding in the laughter, enjoying the opportunity to tell my.