He was as pleasant and friendly as he always had been and I found myself feeling guilty for how I loathed him all those years earlier. He was irritati...g he was just nice. On their last day in our home I was making the decorators tea when, alone in the kitchen with Richard I told him who I was and asked if he remembered me. His face lit up and he got excited as he recognized me almost immediately. He seemed to just melt in front of me this wonderful lovely man. The other guys worked on the rest. I step into line in thecoffee shop and smell the familiar shampoo from yesterday. Her stancein her suit perched on her heels is done with grace and power. Thiswoman knows who she is and what she is made of. What a sense offemininity, power and class.I speak without thinking. "I love your suit!" The woman turns andsmiles. "I guess you must have a great sense of style then," thewoman states. I am flabbergasted at my next statement. "You wear itlike it was made for a body like yours."My mind pulls. ”And the door-bell chimes...“Noooo!” She gasps, instinctively pulling back from the dog, her hand coming out from between her thighs, her foot from the arm of the couch down onto the floor. A look of frustration and disappointment on her face... “Fucking hell ... Talk about bad timing...” She looks at K. “Can you get that?” She indicates her state – wet, sweaty, tits out of her twisted bra, panties pulled across off her pussy...K gets up and heads out to the front door. We keep watching Em,. I raised my hips, and Shelly responded by pulling my panties off. Her face closed back in on my pussy, her tongued brushing against the little hood covering my clitoris. I shuddered as my clitoris stiffened to her touch. Within seconds I felt my body tense. My toes gripped tight on my feet as an orgasm built from the extremities of my body. All my muscles tensed as the feelings deep inside me found any outlet to escape. My pussy spasmed as I came, Shelly still licking and sucking on my clit. As.