He even helped me tie my long hair up and cover it.I wanted to shower and not feel all morning-smelly, but he wouldn't hear of it.He took me downstair... into the rec room. The furniture was gone. The built-in shelves were empty and there were drop cloths everywhere. Two cans of paint, two trays, several brushes, rollers and a ladder were sitting in the middle of the floor.My heart sunk. There were a million chores I would have chosen over painting. I hate painting. I turned around and started to. The way she moved the upper leg almost as if to stroke herself by rubbing the thighs together. The way her hand moved at the front of the shirt, not quite caressing her own breast.And, though he remained leisurely sprawled in the chair with an arm on one of the chair's arms and the other on the table to hold the beers he drank, the hard lump of his cock was always totally visible either between his conjunction and up almost to peek out of the waistband of his pants or, worse after a trip to the. One Friday afternoon I breezed into the office and during the normal chit chat I said that I would be going sailing and setting off after work. She said "Oh, how lovely" so I flippantly said that she could come as well if she wished and was amazed when she said "OK". I still had no intention of it being anything other than a sailing trip and arranged to pick her up to take her to the boat. We arrived at the boat in the early evening and got under way. We left Poole on the tide and I was. I wear them all the time. Even though they make my feet… sweaty.” Swallowing my spit I replied, “Really??” And with an intense stare she quickly said, “Yeah, my toes are kinda moist right now.” Thrown back by what she said I was at a lost for words and just had a shy smile on my face. She smiled back saying, “Ok, lets get out of here youngster.”So we left the coffee shop and jumped in her car. She asked if there was a park we could chill at? Having one in mind I directed her on where to.