" ... but I suppose a quick cup would be nice. I'm Erica." She offered her hand.I shook her hand but continued holding it. I ushered her into my place...and closed the door behind us, admiring her nicely shaped tush in those yoga pants that I had noticed many times before.She turned and caught me looking, and then continued turning until she faced me directly. She was nibbling her lower lip as her eyes roamed my body. I could see her nipples, quite prominent now through her tight t-shirt. There. I didn’t realize she was still nursing Julia, her 18 month old. My face was flush as she pulled the breast pump out of the big purse.“I have to empty these babies—wanna watch?” She teased, seeing how embarrassed I was. I shook my head no.As we worked on the apartment, she was a ball of energy as she washed the floor on her hands and knees, her big ass prominent and her round tits bouncing as I could see them through the side of her t-shirt. Occasionally, as I reached for something and my shirt. IF I screwed up, he'd calmly show me what I did wrong, and he'd give me a big hug when I got it right. In fact, he grew more affectionate with every new lesson, until it became apparent that my grandfather was trying to cop a cheap feel.I didn't mind. So what if he was my grandfather? He was still an extremely handsome man, and on top of that, he was giving me free driving lessons. As I tooled around town in his old clunker, Grandpa Boyd's large, rough hands fondled just about every part of my. I hit a drug store and got a pair of weak reading glasses and then I packed my bags and headed for the airport.When my flight got in I drove into the office and spent the day working with Harry on the realignment plan. At five-thirty I headed home secure in the knowledge that Steff would follow her usual habit of taking a change of clothes to work with her and that she would go to the party from work. She would also take a hotel room for the night so she wouldn't be driving home under the.