"Oh, hi again Mr. White." she called innocently down the hall. She waited until he came to the door of his bedroom. "I found the bathroom OK by myself but which bedroom would you like me to sleep in?"

Dave wasn't up to talking just then. He just gaped. Heather had put her hair up on top of her head in a bun with a white scrunchi. It exposed her smooth, tanned neck. The towel at her chest may have covered the tops of her large, round breasts but the undersides were visible - almost half of her boobs were in plain view and swaying slightly with her breathing. Her...