Our place was just a quarter mile ahead. I slowed, and arriving, pulled into the resident lot. Her car was not in its usual place. She had to be shopp...ng for groceries. She was always home when I got home from work. I parked and strode inside the complex to our place.I headed for the bathroom: forty cups of coffee per day had their downside; okay well it seemed like forty.I peed, splashed water on my face and made a mental note to be extra nice to the woman tonight. I had plans, after dinner. They belong to a dance club called the Highlanders The club rents places to hold dances all over the south of England and has rented an old dance hall in Brixton, it is in a questionable area south of London. She looks incredible when they arrive, dressed in a blue velvet dress that has a wild flared hemline that ends at mid thigh, a scooped neck that shows a lot of cleavage and requires no bra something she would not normally wear! But the dress accents her beautiful breasts and if one looks. Louder he called "Mrs. Williams" , still no answer.He decided to take a few steps into the locker room to make sure that everything was okay. As he stood in the narrow hallway that led into the women's locker room, he heard a low, hissing sound that he had heard a million times before."Shit! The bitch is taking a shower!" he cursed under his breath.Ronald started to turn around and go back out to his desk, pissed off that he wasn't going to get home until really late. Then the thought of. He smiled and grazed his fingers over her breasts, loving the way she shuddered at the cold feeling of his finger tips running over her naked chest. It was more than hot for him, having a girl half his age wanting him to take her. He couldn't believe his luck and was savoring every moment. He started to lightly touch and graze his fingers from her tits, slowly caressing his way over her stomach and along her pelvic bones. This turned her on like crazy, knowing she was so close to getting her.