She was clearly the taller of the two, even while sitting. Long tanned legs projected from under a very short skirt and long, strawberry blond hair sp...illed over her slim shoulders."I'm Ian and this is me wife, Mona," said the young man. His accent obviously placed his origin outside the United States. "We're from Australia, as you might guess from the accent. Nice to meet you, mate." He arose to shake Alex's hand.Julie tried faintly to smile, but anxiety about her present situation caused her. Give meyour foot dear," Ms Dunterbaum said.Kelly lifted her foot and Ms. Dunterbaum slipped the shoe on and claspedthe strap. Kelly could have sworn Ms. Dunterbaum caressed her foot asshe put the shoe on. Then she did the same thing with the other foot. MsDunterbaum stood up and pulled Kelly over to stand with her in front ofthe mirror. Ms Dunterbaum fluffed her hair, putting in some pearlearrings, turning this way and that, Kelly was doing the same picking atthe way her dress fit after she. He is still there. He’s watching me, as I bend over to tuck the laundry into the dryer. I can see him watching, and he makes no secret of it. His eyes tell me stories of what he’d like to do with what he sees, and what he doesn’t see. I wish I could live some of those stories. But life is complicated. We both know it, but the fantasies are what keep me wearing a path in the carpeted stair-well. I want him to tell me those stories with his body, not just his eyes. I am married, and I think he. I sat at the bar, ordered a drink and started a chat with the bartender, he was a good looking guy of early thirties, he offered the second drink on the house for free, we were getting really into a nice chat, an open one in deed, he was flirting with me and I was flirting back.I was wearing a short sleeve, buttoned up white shirt of light, transparent material, a white bra under it, which was showing clearly under the shirt, I had a couple of the top buttons unbuttoned, with my larger sized.