The last thing I needed was more quality time with Chuckie."I saw them leave. Is there anything I can do?"That wasn't Chuckie's voice. She was leaning... over me, hands resting on the edge of the table. Her name tag was inches from my face."I doubt it, uh, K.C."Just two letters centered on the white plastic badge. Oh well, anyone but Chuckie."My real name's Casey, but everyone calls me K.C."She wasn't going to go away, so I took another longer look. A sympathetic smile beamed at me from between. I applied red lipstick and a dark wig to my atire and put a wrap that was hanging inside the first wardrobe and ventured down stairs sheepeshly.Tom was in the living room as i peeked around the door to see that the curtains were not drawn and tea on the table beside an armchair across from toms, i mentioned the curtains but he replied that the nets were realy close and it would look out of place to see the curtains drawn at this time of day, so i went over to the chair and sat down with half an. "Sweetie! I feel so good. You make me feel so good!" She was quite talkative tonight. Happily I played with her tits, trying to make it feel good for her, but mostly simply enjoying the feeling of her big soft breasts filling my hands.A crash of thunder made her shiver as I felt her hands reaching to unzip my pants, followed by the sure feel of her hand slipping inside. She squeezed my cock through my shorts for a moment; then reached through the slot and I felt the thrilling softness of her. She knew there was no way that she would be driving that day; she knew that it was only will power that got her back to her room. She rang the receptionists requesting another night. Rang the estate agent in the town of her choice, managed to stand up in the shower and then crawl into bed. It was well after five in the evening when she woke, shocked that the entire day had gone and she only remembered a very small part of it. This time she enjoyed the shower, at least she was awake so by time.