It had become a routine. Every other Wednesday afternoon, Julie would visit the Larson home. Bob arranged his work schedule so that he could be home s...hortly after the noon hour. Julie would be waiting for him on his bed, naked, or sometimes in some very sexy lingerie. Although her breasts had enlarged to a full "B" cup, and the triangular mask hiding her labia continued to fill in, her vagina remained the tightest that Bob had ever enjoyed. How many times had he been inside her since that first. . ‘Industry leader,’ ‘progressive, state of the art technology.’ The company facility they had shown him when they had been recruiting him was all of that. The place they had sent him for his first ‘entry-level’ management position was something else. Joel was a few years older than his two peers at the plant, he’d stuck around his alma mater for an MBA with a double major and then owed Uncle Sam four years in return for his ROTC scholarship. Bobby and Fred were twenty four and twenty-five. Anyway; I was at home one Saturday about 10 AM when Sue, her mother, rang my doorbell. I had done my Saturday chores during the week and was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. I hadn’t bothered with underwear and had on a pair of cotton shorts. When I opened the door; Sue was very upset and on the verge of tears. She said Randy, her husband, was out of town and she had left the house without her car keys which had the house key on it. She had been on her way to the grocery.