.. in front of my dining room window, the sunlight streaming in behind outlining her body, legs spread apart, her hands on her hips, her eyes focused ...on mine and in her most concerned, nurturing voice, she asks:"Is there anything else I can do for you?"And so began my very other-than-house-owner-and-cleaning-woman relationship with my cleaning lady, Ardis. But this story is about Aaron and Rachel and we're getting to that.Several months later, Ardis rents the townhouse right across from mine. Hard as a rock,And wanting more.He removed his clothesAnd slid past the door.Her passion was buildingShe wanted to gush,But she new I’d be betterIf she did not rush.So she closed her eyesAnd tipped her head back.The sight of this caused,A swell in his sack.He reached from behind,Grabbing hold of her breasts.Her instincts took overAnd she did the rest.His chest to her back,Both bodies on fire.The room was now filledWith the scent of desire.She could feel his hardness,Against her behind.There was. I could say something she made two pegs and said cheers giving me the glass of whisky my through was dry so I gulped the whole peg in one sec. she poured another one in and then the third one after a few minutes the scotch was having its effect on me and I looked at her from head to toe.She was smiling and she was looking great her skin was glowing and she stood up and put on some light music and she emptied her glass and hold my hand and asked me for a dance.I stood up but my feet were not. Some would call her a MILF.As we got to the nail aisle, the man said "Here you go ma'am. Is thereanything else I can help you ladies with?" he asked as he looked at mymom and me.Did he just say "you ladies"? Does he think I'm a girl? What the hell?I know I have been looking somewhat girly without even trying, but I'mnot dressed like a girl, I'm not even wearing makeup. And we're in aman's man store. Maybe I just heard him wrong."No we are good, thanks," my mom said.We paid for the nails and got.