He told Stella he needed her to get some figures together in an hour for a meeting and that her presence would be required for most of the day. He us...ered her out, ignored me and I was alone again.It was raining heavily by home time and the wind was starting to blow. I was halfway to the station; my jacket was holding out, but the legs of my jeans were already soaked through. Cars were droning down the road beside me, when one of them tooted its horn, pulled over and opened its passenger. What a minute that was probably my married name I needed to knowwhat my maiden was. I took a shot and looked up Roush, after all that iswhat my name used to be and there I was Karen Jane Roush. I wasn'tbeautiful but definitely cute with my long soft brown hair and miniskirts. Young and thin with a perky set of smallish boobs, not these38C's that now hung in my bra. I then looked around the room, my bedroom,and saw pictures of three kids, 2 daughters, Heather of course and apicture of another. I don't have permission to sell it yet, but take a look; it's only a few blocks from here. See what you think."The three of us piled into my car and drove to the house. We pulled into the vacant driveway and stood in front of one of a thousand similar houses, assessing its worthiness. It looked OK on the outside; needed some paint and some caulking, but not too bad. We opened the door and stepped inside what once was a covered porch. At some point in the past the owner had enclosed the porch. "I am washing your back ... see." With that, Gretchen tightened her grip, and started moving Nina from left to right and back again so that her own soapy body slid back and forth across her. "I just have my own technique."Laughing, Nina asked, "And washing my back requires grabbing my boobs"?"Well, I need something to hang onto. After all, you are very slippery." Gretchen opened her embrace slightly, then tightened her grip and spun Nina around, so that the two women were now face to face. Now.