Just seeing if everything was OK down there.” John stumbled over his words embarrassingly.”Well” Holly answered “is everything here to your sa...isfaction?””Yes... there, I mean its fine, everything perfect.” John turned away, growing redder by the second.”Well I’m glad you like them, most blokes do.”John turned back round “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to look, but I couldn’t help it.””That’s OK, I don’t mind.”John turned back, and faced his computer; he felt all hot and sweaty from nerves. He. He eyed her lifting a box of oatmeal to the top cupboard and was struck by the firm, beautifully formed tits. He admired her fresh and youthful lips as she sucked pancake syrup off her fingertips. For the thousandth time since he fucked the ass off Sylvia, Thomas asked himself if he was crazy or just an absolute horn-dawg.Michael was due to arrive at six. At four Helen headed up the stairs to begin her preparations. Thomas followed her.“Where are you going?” Helen turned half way up the steps,. One of her male companions stepped up as if to protect her ... but she held up her hand stopping him."Him? Why is that?" That old fart hasn't moved that fast in years. I'm surprised he doesn't have a heart attack right now. I can't ever get him to get things for me like that. Usually he just points the stuff out and goes back to whatever he's doing. You must rate up there next to royalty to get him to fall all over himself like that. Especially since you sounded like a queen ordering her. She had me sit down, a towel was thoughtfully placed on each chair, and she brought out our plates of her lasagna which I've had before; it is delicious and filled with little meatballs, just scrumptious, which is also the way she looked.I supplemented our wine and we began eating, chatting about where Jon was for this trip, a few tidbits about school, still interesting because I had known the principal and assistant from when Helen worked there as well.I was pouring the last of the first.