I heard her gasp as the mass of cement, water and gravel engulfed her almost to her knees.Awkwardly, I scraped the last out of the wheelbarrow and use... the shovel to smooth it in the tub, careful not to cut her legs with the blade.It was done. I stepped back and looked at her, drawn tight by the stays, her body gleaming in the hot sun. Her beautiful face was shiny with sweat, and a few drops trickled down her sides from her armpits, down between her breasts cupped in the black triangles of her. I didn't mean it!" This is about as far as he's able to get before the positively livid woman he is speaking to abruptly drops her bags and glares at him. Her piercing green eyes seem to shoot through him as though he were the lowest scum on earth, and her voice is colder than the most extreme depth of the arctic ocean. "You ALWAYS mean it, Benjamin, and nothing EVER changes. I'm tired of you accusing me of sleeping with every Tom, Dick, and Harry on the face of the planet. I'M not the one who. She walked forward and put her hands around my neck, pulling my face down to hers, the towel dropping and pooling around her ankles. "Nowhere" I lied against her mouth, my hands finding her breasts. She pulled me into an adjacent room with her, her mouth finding my ear"Damn straight. You're staying right here" she whispered, soft and harsh at the same time. I couldn't stop the grin spreading across my face.It was the living room, somewhere I'd never been before, and she pushed me back towards. She banged them together again, actually hurting herself.“What the hell are you doing girl?” Angie asked herself. “You’re not an exhibitionist, stop doing things like that.”In reality her dress was too long and she had her tray on her lap so there was no way that Matt could have seen even all of her bare knees never mind further up her legs.When Mat finished they washed their own pots then put their pots, plates and cutlery back into their own cupboards and went back to their rooms. Angie went.