You were working late yesterday, as usual, and Becky came across the hall and knocked on my door. She said the toilet in your master bedroom wouldn�...t stop running and asked me to come over and fix it. I grabbed my tool kit and followed her into your apartment. Your daughter was at the dining table doing her homework—or whatever fifth grade project. (I love how she calls me “Uncle Bob”.) Becky had just come back from her tennis lesson, and as I followed her down the hall to the master. One day at work my Co-worker Gabriella had approached me stating that she had caught me staring at her several times and had asked me if I was interested in date to see if maybe things would click between us. I had quickly agreed and we had met at a restaurant not to far from work. While we ate we had made small talk and had a pretty enjoyable time and when the check arrived she had mentioned it was still early and invited me back to her house for a few drinks and maybe watch a couple of. She barged in and just ignored me. She was putting laundry away. She went to put something in one of my wife’s drawers and came across her lingerie. She pulled out a bustier and while turning around to look at me she said “I can’t believe your wife wears this stuff.” When she turned around I was buck naked. Her eyes moved down my body to my cock. She stared at it while holding the red bustier. I looked over to her and started imagining her in the lingerie. I think she would look hot and. "Ah Becky, my dear," the old farmer said looking up from his magazine, "I appear to have neglected to bring any money with me. I don't suppose you could help me out today could you?"Becky sighed. The old man's eyes had raised themselves from the magazine alright, but then they had drawn level with her breasts and not risen any higher."Do you mean help you out by buying the magazine for you?" she asked with raised eyebrows. "Or help you out with that thing?" Becky indicated the bulging tent in.