You wouldn’t want me to go out basically naked, would you?” “I’ve created a monster,” I laugh as I hop in the shower, “Tell you what, wear...a skirt and we’ll call it even.” We could definitely have fun with you in a skirt. You give me a fake, teasing pout as you step out. I clean myself up and dry off as quickly as possible. I find you half-dressed in the bedroom, wearing nothing but heels and a skirt. I laugh to myself and try to push aside my growing arousal. There’s plenty of time for that. So was the electricity and the coal fired steam heat boiler ... it was brass and was going to be a ton of work to get the green off.The downstairs tub ... but he was too shitty for that.He remembered seeing a outside hydrant by one of the basement windows ... there was a hose ... it would be cold but he could get the worst off and scrub the caked on in the shower.Barely daylight, with the toilet brush and a big towel, he slipped out of the house and found the hydrant. He screwed on the hose and. She touched my throat with her tongue and then kissed it again. Ever so slowly and deliberately, her full, soft lips moved a millimetre or two and she kissed me again. And again. And again.My heart rate was climbing and my breath quickening. She was turning my whole body into one massive erogenous zone. I squirmed and moaned and suddenly, somehow, my hands were under her sweater and her braless breasts and her long, stiff nipples were in my clutches. I tried to copy her skilful fondling and. I just about found my composure when there was a knock at the door. “Mia – its Frankie – are you okay? Can u let me in?” I unlocked the door and opened it slightly. She pushed her way in and locked the door over again. “Mia, are you alright?” “I’m fine,” I sniffed. “I just feel a little sick that’s all.” “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gave you so much to drink. I know how you’re a lightweight,” she teased. “Are you angry with me? Do you want me to leave?” “What are you talking about.