"Okay lads let's get back to work we've got that rear wall to render before we pack up for the day!"As the front door closes the two women lunge for e...ach other! Their mouths meet and tongues, hot and wet, slide together. Laura seizes the hem of the blonde's skirt to lift it so her hands can clamp on a firm and nylon covered rear. In return her partner is frantically popping the buttons on the redhead's blouse so she can get at her big breasts. Carrie's expensive handbag has been thrown. Julie was backed into the corner, staring at me with real fear in her eyes. I think she thought I was going to come after her next."I told you, no one locks me out of my house and that includes the bedroom. I am going to get my clothes for work tomorrow and I will leave." Then I picked out a suit, shirt, tie, and grabbed my razor and such. Looking at Julie, I told her she didn't have to cower in the corner; I couldn't hurt her and walked to the door. One last look and I said "I guess the next. She seemed surprised when I stepped away from her, but said nothing as I stood in the middle of the room looking at her. She was wearing a plain white bra and her panties, I now saw, were old-fashioned kind that came up to and nearly covered her navel. I enjoyed looking at her like that, her bra and panties and the dress heaped at her feet all glowing a faint blue-white against her dark skin, and her eyes, still wide, a slight glimmering in the darkness.I knew she would stand there, held by my. Give 'em a thrill. Or maybe it's Rabbi Cohen. That sweet old letch is always trying to paw me. I doubt if the poor guy can get it up, so what's the difference? Besides ... his wife makes a great matzo ball soup.But I'm not just getting exercise. Swimming laps is boring and I use the time for thinking about things and sometimes for working out plot lines for my stories in my head. Like, if a story is stuck, sometimes in the middle of my workout I'll have an "Ah ha! moment while I'm thinking sexy.