I liked doing my paper work alone, and in a quiet place. That was mute point when two nursing aides walked in. I knew them both, and waved hi. The fir...t one, a young Filipino. I called her smiley, for she lit up the room with her smile. The second woman was a young woman who I knew as pinky. Her hair has always been pink since she started there. She at times were matching uniforms of pink. Smiley waved back, along with her smile. She mentioned she was heading to 7-11 and if I need anything. I. She walked past me into my small flat."My mail got your attention then?" she giggled."Yeah," I said with a lustful smile.Today, she was wearing a short skirt and a button up top."I hope you've got some condoms," she said off hand. "I hate getting messy. Once, these two guys spurted all over my face, bloody disgusting."While she was talking her hands were busy stripping off her few clothes."Right, I'm hot, ready and willing," she giggled standing naked in my lounge. "How about you?"My cock was. " Jeremiah said softly, over and over until the table shook lightly. Lydia jerked, and would have released his hand had he not held hers in a firm grip. At a quick look, her voice melded with him as he’d directed it should in the beginning of the preceedings. "We wish to speak to you, Andrew. Assauge our doubts and fears that you are here." Jeremiah's voice fell away, leaving her to speak the last words. "It is I, Andrew, darling, your wife, Lydia Margaret Webster Hoyt-Moore." The candles on. There was usually some kind of emotional warm-up that led to physical results. What I felt now was spurred by stronger emotional and physical energies than I was accustomed to.Standing in my underwear, I looked at her nakedness as she talked about the meeting and unbuttoned her neatly packed pajama top. She was luscious. Her breasts were so perfect and firm they barely jiggled as her hands worked at the buttons. She stood with one leg on the floor and one knee on the bed as she rambled on. She.