He knew she'd been checking him out. Zoe started to chat to Simon to make sure he was feeling ok.'How are you getting home Simon? Is there someone who...could give you a lift? Don't want you collapsing!''I'm here by my self now unfortunately. Al my mates buggered off. I'll just have to get a taxi I suppose. 'It was at that moment that a devilish thought crossed Zoe's mind.'Hey, well I'm done here now. How about I drive you home? Your on the way back to the hospital and I could keep you monitored. ?I guess I could use one of those asses over in the next aisle too? Right?? She blurts out as a kind of sick joke, trying to change the subject, wishing she hadn’t said it even before the sentence was finished. ?You really like this rack? Kathy?... These nipple studs excite you?... We couldn’t help noticing you working ‘em? Along with your other hand inside that blouse.? Craig asks, his smile leaving his face, now a more serious look. ?It is top shelf though!... Isn’t it?? Another. Her legs were toned and firm, as was her ass; both a result of her weekly fitness routines. Her daughter Amber was a spitting image of Sam, except 27 years younger at age 18. The one noticeable difference was her rather large breasts size 38E. She played high school volleyball and had the athletic and muscular build from it. She was young and strong.Their ponytails bobbed in unison as they finished the run; part of their training for an upcoming 5k. The mounds of their breasts pulsed up and. "Let's get clean, before we get dirty," he said, and taking her by the hand he led her towards the bathroom. As they stepped into the room, the cold tile floor warmed somewhat by the heat lamp, she could smell the subtle scent of luxurious body soap... a gentle smell, one that could be washed off, for neither of them could afford to leave this location with smells or marks that they didn't enter with. He reached inside the shower door to turn on the hot water, which sent wafts of steamy.