We exchanged good-mornings and she went into the kitchen. I found myself staring at her legs as she passed.She brought back a glass of milk and sat in...the chair cater-corner from mine. She crossed her legs, the edges of the robe falling off her thigh, and slipped one hand into her robe. She cupped her breast and shrugged her shoulder, pulling it free. She brushed her thumb over the pink nipple and I remembered sucking, biting, licking it the night before. I also remembered what she had said. Do you feel you can stand up?" That bitch shot me." I didn't see anything. Did you see anything, Marty?" Margaret asked."No I didn't see anything. Did you slip, Peter?" Marty asked. "Or did you let a woman get the drop on you?" Jack, would you like to show us around?" Margaret asked. "I think I would like to see the rest of the building while Peter here gets his bearings and thinks about where he is going to work after today."The remainder of the tour was depressing. There was an upstairs with. "Kiss it Jennifer."My lips found him, and I gave it a lick before my lips surrounded him. Asmy head went up and down his hands held my butt. All at once I was filledand swallowed all I could. My hand never left him as I lay on my back. Iguided him in and felt his weight on top of me as his member pushedinside, stroking back and forth until he released again. He rolled off ofme and lay back panting as I rolled with him. I got on my knees andlowered myself onto him, rocking back and forth. I. They weren’t there; she repeated her mantra, these fingers of this person behind her, not at all. Besides, she told herself, he’d soon get bored.But the tips of the stranger’s fingers snuck inside the waistband of her shorts and gently, cautiously, started to stroke the skin of her lower back. Then marginally lower, onto the starting swell of buttocks. She gently took her lip between her teeth, but let it go.No fuss no trouble no scene but the fingers began to grow bolder, touching and stroking.