I went upstairs and got to work cleaning up another antique for use in another bedroom, fighting the urges that happen every time I went up into the f...rbidden space. It was more difficult today, perhaps because of our guests. Alice was a very good looking woman and I found myself imagining what she would look like naked... on her knees... sucking my cock.Just as I was about to give in to my urges and slide my hand into my pants, the attic door opened. There was Meg, silhouetted in the doorway.. She blinked, muzzily trying to refocus her eyes. Her station! With a squeak, she sat upright, grabbed her bag and scrambled to her feet, feeling cool air on the back of her thighs; she’d slid down in her seat after dozing off, and her little skirt had crept up adventurously, making it almost to hip level. She tugged it back down over her stocking tops and trotted down the aisle, arriving at the vestibule just as the train pulled to a halt. A chime announced the opportunity to open the door; she. He laughed and sprayed me again. He wrestled over the sprayer and we ended up falling to the fall in a big wet laugh fest. I was laying on the floor while Bradyn was sitting up. We were all wet, excpecially me. The tile floor was slippery. I handed Bradyn the dish and he laughed while taking it. "Here, Let me help you." He said while standing up and holding his wet hand down for me. I smiled a great big smile and took his strong hand and he helped me stand up. "Thank you." I said while looking. I followed and looked at him with more questions than answers. "I used to work in the park during summers", he said "the workmen use this to put their materials, but during this time of year, they never use it". I looked around and saw a shed like space with some gardening equipment standing against the walls.As I was looking around, Brad simply took his shirt of and all of my attention was directed towards that amazing body of his. In the light of the shed I could see his upper body glistening.