“It’s your water heater”, I said. “It’s blown a hole in the bottom, it’s shot.” I walked back over to the stairs and looked back up a... Sarah, who was now squatting down to see as much of the problem as she could. Again my jaw must have dropped because in her squatting position I could clearly see up her skirt and realized she was wearing real nylons under her tight skirt, not pantyhose. That old familiar tingling in my jeans started again and I was hard. You have to realize that nothing,. She was staring me dead in my eyes, yes I have thought about it she said. I sat waiting for more. I glanced down then at her and then pasted her then back to her eyes. A smile came across her face. This is killing you isn't it she said very sheepishly. Well you know I tried to say.She took a sip of her drink and as she satbit down she told me I have decided to do it. It was quiet for a minute or two. I nervously ask what's next? I said I think its time to pick a lucky guy. She was showing total. Accepting her drink with a coy smile, she leaned back in her seat to look at me fully. ‘Miss Wilson says that you and she used to work out together.’ Fiona said as she poured herself a drink too. ‘Yes.’ I said, sipping the rich champagne. ‘We loved it.’ With a warm smile, Fiona spoke in a whisper, ‘So do I.’ With another sip, I crossed my legs as I got comfortable. I wanted to know more about this woman… this divine figure of grace and power. ‘I can tell.’ I replied in burgeoning fondness.. Matilde had moved on a little backwards while cleaning and dusting, almost sitting on me, bringing us to be together actually. My penis was now about to jump out of the boxers, unable to control this hard on; I stayed put, as it escapes me. My penis head got in contact with her buttocks, touching her. Had she been ignoring this? She was now a butterfingered who had stood up, clumsily dropped the lamp table, perhaps boxed out, traumatized by my daring actions. I still stared at her stems,.