The devil inside me started to raise suddenly. I followed her to her bedroom upstairs without her knowledge. She had closed the room door and didn’t... lock it. I was scared like hell that she would find out.I silently looked through the key hole and I was amazed. She was getting ready for her bath. she was caressing her hair. She tied it into a bun. She took a towel from the cupboard and kept it on the bed.She slowly removed her t shirt and the melons secured in her bra popped out.From my XP it. Sometimes, I would hear her strut across the concrete floor in the factory production area; the clip clop of her heels seemed to be calling to me - Fuck Me, Fuck Me.Mandy was a bubbly brunette, tall, well covered, hourglass figure; but certainly not over weight. In fact, I think that most of the extra weight she complained of, was in her wonderfully proportioned breasts.On the days she went to the gym from work, she would change in the toilets close to my office, then, run the gauntlet to her. When I felt she might finish soon I pretended to wake up. She stopped abruptly and became very still.”Are you ok?” I asked, acting half asleep.“Yeah, I’m just... scratching,” she said.“Ok, If you’re sure.” I rolled over and pretended to close my eyes again.“Fuck,” I heard her whisper. She did NOT swear normally, (too pure for that too supposedly). She waited a few minutes and then started again, this time faster. She tried to not make any sounds but her breath was quick and frantic. Once again,. He may not have had the wide knowledge of Uncle Joe, but he showed a lot of ingenuity and was prepared to experiment with techniques. I liked that in him.Winter in the building industry is often a stop/start time according to the weather and the first few days back we had snow and high winds which meant I couldn't operate the crane and spent several days on the ground doing manual work. Benny and the crew teased me unmercifully but it was all in good humour and I gave as good as I got. For the.