As he read the paper and savoured the freshly-brewed coffee, there was a loud pounding on the front door. Despite being fabricated from solid two-inch...alderwood, the strength of the banging on that door threatened to separate the door’s wooden components. Usually that was a sign of someone in trouble, and Ben hurried to answer the call, both because of the urgency of the need to offer assistance if someone was in trouble, and to keep the door from breaking apart should there be another assault. She laughed and led the way. She got the water going and we stepped into her large shower stall. She had a bottle of liquid soap that she started pouring it over me. I took it from her and did the same. We started rubbing each other all over, working up a good lather. I was paying special attention to her large boobs, hefting them both, then letting them fall and bounce. We were laughing and playing then she told me to turn around, and started cleaning my back. She worked her was down and. ’ There was a pause. ‘Hello, Lissy.’ Melissa opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out, hot colour surging into her cheeks as she felt his appraising glance. ‘It’s been a long time.’ No kidding, Melissa thought grimly, still unable to move. It’d been more than fourteen years. But before she could gather herself enough to respond she heard a door open. ‘Matt! I thought I heard you. So glad you could make it after all.’ Heart thudding in her ears, she managed to look up at last. A much. Sean had been burned before and he deserved some happiness. My brief conversation with Sheila was encouraging. She was quick and bright. Sean can be domineering, but Sheila did not come across as anyone's pushover. Still, she was talking about corsets and vintage dresses. I could envision a stiff, proper lady, with her nose high in the air. My choice of attire reflected my conflict.Normally, I like to dress comfortably. Jeans and T-shirt are standard garb for a TA, except when teaching. I chose.