’12, or whatever time we’re done cleaning, unfortunately.’ He smiled, ‘That is unfortunate. But, whenever you’re welcome to come over. I hav... beer, and I know you want to relax after a hard day of getting your tits stared at.’ They both laughed. He handed her his card. She took a look before smiling up at him, ‘Okay, James.’ She winked as she retreated into the kitchen, just as Lena was coming out. She walked up to him and asked lowly, ‘My place?’ *** Twenty minutes later, after he had followed. It crawled up the stone bricks of the well in a pair of weird, flat tendrils. She was scared again now, but then the tendrils changed their shape. They looked like bunny ears. And as if to accentuate this fact, the silhouette of a bunny’s head popped up from the shadow and wiggled its whiskers. It really did look just like the shadow of a bunny, like a rabbit was standing in front of a bright light.Vivian couldn’t help but giggle. “Why are you down here Mr. Largo?”Why, this is my home. Largo. "Always keep your eye on the ball. Nice level swing; make contact; follow through," he said, as he made a couple of slow, practice passes with the Louisville Slugger. I was more perplexed than ever. What was this about batting? I didn't understand. And then --WHOMP! I felt a sharp, powerful blow to my stomach. It pushed up my diaphragm and all the air belched out of my lungs. The "wind knocked out of me," I staggered and fell over, crashing to the concrete driveway with a doubtlessly stunned. I opened my robe and slicked up my labia and clit with fanny juice before quickly rubbing one out as I watched him spurting and then rubbing his spunk into my face. Now I was ready to face the day!I laid out my usual grey business suit on the bed and turned my attention to my underwear. Yesterday’s bra would be fine but I dug out a pair of barely black hold-up stockings which I usually carried with me for unexpected encounters of the amorous kind. These were the same colour as my tights so were.