. but as they walked towards the locker rooms their paths crossed. A simple "hi" from Becky was all it took to put Myron into a state of bliss. "H-Hi"... he returned, nervously, and they began to talk. And, Becky was truly beautiful. Becky Collins was the epitome of the midwestern girl-next-door, with her 5' 4" 112 lb. frame and 34D-22-34 figure. Her bright blue eyes and long, lustrous auburn hair sent chills all down Myron's spine. She looked like a sweet, angelic type, with a body to die for.. No.. Sir I know we can't... shouldn’t... I mean won't... being employee and employer and after last time... The talk we had about never again... And... I'm sorry I don’t mean to flirt so!" She stammered but he felt her eyes gazing in to her eyes and felt warmth spread throughout her body. His eyes traced from her eyeballs to her mouth and back, even daring to look at her ample bosom as it lay below him. He brought her back up and gave an exaggerated tug pulling her slightly closer into him. . Nighties, panties perfume... but I never get a chance to try them out on him. It all seemed so foolishly wasteful somehow. A tease.Practicing moving in front of the big mirror, watching the brief hem of the garment flare over her hips, exposing the tight, hair-fringed slit of her pussy with every step, Kathy grinned with self confidence.She slithered out of the bedroom, expecting to see her husband readying himself for bed. Although it went against the grain of her gentle nature, she was ready. I think she’s a bad influence.”Simon edged his chair away from the table and stood. Picking up his plate and cutlery, he walked over and dropped them into the washing bowl.“Mum, I”m eighteen, not eight. I think I’ll decide who is a bad influence on me.” He offered his mother a small smile. “Like you said, I have a mind of my own and I'm not easily led.”Walking out of the kitchen, he sensed the heat of his mother’s wrath burning into the back of his head. But, climbing the stairs, Simon smiled..