.. enjoyable ... way ... to ... unwind.They rinsed off and dried each other. With a cheeky grin, she turned away, knelt on the bath-mat and rested her...face on her forearms on the floor, wiggling her bottom at him. He reluctantly resisted the temptation to fall to his knees behind her and sink his already uncomfortable erection into her inviting pussy, instead delivering a stinging slap to her offered bottom."What?" She squeaked, looking round and almost rising."Count, Bitch!" He snapped"OH!". The young woman must work in one of the offices,she was dressed in a very conservative dress. It was a biege dress with sometype of ruffeld lace at the hem that ended just below the knees. Her legs werebare the skin a perfect light bronze, the unblemished legs seemed to have noending. The matching sandles kept her beautiful toes, even her feet look perfect.As she walked her body moved with grace the dress moved in a rythem every onein the room including Olivia were in a trance. Her soft sweet. I went back to the semi and brought another armload of food to the distribution point. The recipients were not nice people. I mean, once they might have been, but in 90 degree temperatures and 80% humidity, the thin veneer of civilization disappeared quickly with hunger, thirst, and desperation.My ass was dragging as I went back to the relief supply truck. I was buddy-paired with a young strong black guy, named Leon, from up the creek a few miles. I noticed that he was still making his rounds. . wild, I guess. Wanton, wicked, if you will. I’m not a bad girl, just a bad Catholic girl. I’ve never been what my parents and family wanted me to be, a happily married Italian housewife and soccer mom. I guess that’s why they kicked me out eventually. I kept disappointing them.“Anyway, I cheated on Roderick quite a bit over the years, I won’t lie about that. It started in college, with this guy, Jason, who was in my study group. Roderick was furious and broke up with me over that. I begged.