He delicately undoes the tie at her waist. The robe splits open above his wrist as his hand slides slowly up her body. She coos softly in her sleep as... he opens the robe completely down one side, getting the first full view of his mothers breast, he breaths in sharply. He gently touches his finger tip to her hardened nipple and she gasps, her body tensing. Pausing he slowly trails his fingers back down her body, running the tips back and forth along the lace-lined waistband of her panties. His. Wendy was taken by her locker ... although why anyone called it a locker was a question that had one answer."We've always done it that way."Students carry book bags and no one needs a key or a combination to lose. That allowed the school to eliminate the Locker Secretary ... with no locks, no student could lock their bags in and promptly forget the combination ... and no freshman could be locked in their locker by high school bullies.The Susie Ostrander Law stopped that. Admittedly they didn't. From inside I heard a gorgeous voice call, “In a minute.” Dear God, my pulse was racing. While I stood at the door I tried to calm myself, taking deep breathes. It didn’t help when that door opened. Standing before me, framed by a wall of light, was an angel. Her pictures on the site showed a tanned woman with shoulder length brown hair, and hazel eyes a man could get lost in. The person before me needed a new camera. Her skin looked absolutely delicious; I simply wanted to taste her right. Is 7:00 acceptable to you?” I smiled back, and mustered some (fake) enthusiasm, “I’m Nikki, and I’d absolutely love a visit. I look forward to it!” I check my watch. 5:00. How on earth is it still so hot at 5:00? Giving the weeds the evil eye, I throw in the trowel with a temporary, grudging acknowledgement of defeat and head to the shower. I peel off my sweat-soaked clothes and step into the shower, my amazing new shower with the floor to ceiling wall of jets that can soak my entire body.