He walked up right behind her, staring into the little crotch and imagined he saw some loose pussy hair peeking out."What'cha doin'?" he asked."What's...it look like I'm doin'?" she called over her shoulder."Why don't you leave stuff like that to us. You girls should just worry about cooking and cleaning and keeping yourself pretty."She rose up and turned to stare at him balefully. She didn't say anything, then turned back to the engine.Mark grinned down at her. "No husband is gonna care about. Now, can you do this yourself or do you need me to help you?” She put her head down and said, “I can do it Auntie, but please stay with me.” “Of course sweetie,” I reply. She kicks her shoes off, and turns around so her back is to Him, and slowly lifts her top up over her head. Throwing it aside, she reaches back and undoes her bra and slides it off. She lets it drop to the floor and turns her head to look at me with tears in her eyes. “It's okay Simone. You are doing fine sweetie,” I tell. It was explained to Bill that his supervisory tasks would be distracting from the programming, I was free to concentrate solely on the project at hand. Then together Bill and I hashed out the final details. It worked beautifully. Brenda and I had been buds ever since. Partially because I never used her friendship to resolve other political problems at work.Brenda was with the company because her father had asked her to be there. She was a sort of roving trouble shooter. Free to stick her nose. All this of course puts little thought in my head about how nice it would feel if I just slipped my fingers down below to my hairy vagina. I always sleep naked anyway so when I come off here I just slip straight into bed. But just thinking about going on here in my other room, before bed, makes me get little ‘tingles’ down there. As I sat on my chair here at my computer I looked down at my naked body, already quite sweaty, lifted my right tit to ease some sweat under there, then looked down the.