She had worn a nice saree and was little transparent, I thought. Nobody was at home as they had gone to work. She told me she had to attend a function...directly from work and gave a very naughty smile. I smiled back.She started sweeping the floor and again I was immersed seeing her ass jump as she bent to do her work. She got up to get water to sweep and I saw her boobs completely exposed. Also she had put only one button to her blouse. As she is dark and the blouse was white, she doesn’t wear. Both dogs immediately abandoned their vigil for falling morsels and raced to meet her.He stepped out into the dining room, sandwich in hand, just as she forced the door closed against a fresh gust of wind, and greeted her through a mouthful of ham and cheese."Hey there!" he managed to croak out before swallowing. "I wasn't expecting you for another couple of hours."She hung the old golf umbrella from the doorknob, where it could drip relatively harmlessly onto the tiled threshold. Pulling the. Murphy's Law intervened, and one of the old valves wouldn't close completely, so it started leaking a little.It wasn't too difficult, even then. I just turned off the water supply to the house, removed the water line, took off the valve, and Steph and I ran down to the local plumbing supply story, and bought a new one. Reinstalled the new valve, turned the water to the house back on (no leak! Yea!), and finished removing the PVC lines that connected the dishwasher to the drain and the air. “I’m just going to come out and ask,” said Carmen, “do you remember Charles? Have you kept in touch with him since college?” “On and off. I see him when he’s in town sometimes. He and Jake have stayed friends.” Paula looked at Carmen mischievously. “Oh don’t tell me. Well, it makes sense. You guys were a hot couple in college.” “Even though we don’t see each other that often, you can still read me like a book,” said Carmen, smiling. “Well listen,” continued Paula, “Let me talk to Jake. I think.