I slowly walked back into the living room, trying to shed the expression of arousal from my face. Anna was waiting for me.
"Who was that?"
I acted nonchalantly, "Bob, he needs your help with a casserole."
Her face flushed red almost immediately. I was sure, she too, suspected an ulterior motive. "What ...right now?"
I nodded, "Yeah. He needs it for a party hes going to tomorrow, said hes butchering it - needs a woman's touch." I tried acting cool, as if the request was completely of the norm.
I suddenly realized that she was already dressed for bed, wearing a sheer nightie that her t**s loved to bounce around in. It wasn't exactly erotic lingerie, but it wasn't something you'd wear anywhere other than in your own home.
The look on her face was one of excitement, confusion. "I- I gues
