" I help?" I said."Get your weapon," she said, "follow me and stay close. I still don't trust you."Standing, Susan Simon was another story altogether....She was about five-foot-eight and went a good nine stone, a big, long-legged woman with muscular thighs and a full chest who filled out her man's puffy-sleeved shirt completely and stretched the material of her britches wonderfully. She wore high boots and a heavy belt, and she had not bothered to button her shirt much or maybe she could not.She. He was looking forward to the night. In the first place there was the prospect of dancing with Anne, something he’d found he enjoyed a lot. Then there was the added frisson caused by Denise being there, Stan didn’t deny, deep inside, that he found the girl extremely attractive, although he couldn’t, wouldn’t say anything in front of Anne. Of course, he was also looking forward to the dancing, and the instruction. Stan had found that he liked it, enjoyed it, for its own sake. He had started each. I signed off my part of the testing documentation, and went home for a late dinner. Then next day, I had a quiet chat with Karen.“Hey Karen, I guess you heard about Frank’s wife?” I asked her.“Yeah, Jim mentioned that to me yesterday morning. That really sucks, first she leaves him for some other bloke – and they’ve got a couple of little kids, and then she’s killed in a car accident. Life’s not fair to some people; why Frank, he’s such a nice guy.”“Maybe you could ask him out for lunch one. Once again I offer you a helping hand by roughly parting your legs. Even in the darkness I know just how good your pussy looks. I have explored it so many times before, gorging on it’s sweet nectar, made love to it for hours…For you this situation is completely different. You believe I am a stranger, a dangerous intruder who at any moment is set to defile you. Your face is buried in the expensive bed linen, maybe through shame, perhaps fear, probably both. I pay no heed instead I begin twisting.