**************************************** Sitting at my small office with the desk lamp on I read through the case work It looked challenging yet once ...gain it was only dry details. Their results of their complete physicals. Their arrival and their remittance. Not caring about the remittance part I shifted the papers so I could try to get my feel of this couple. She was 5’2′ in her forties. Said black hair, blue eyes. No children. She was involved in many worth while activities. Looked to be. Her shoes were strappy black heels with a platform toe making her tall. Above them, she revealed enough of her calves for him to see that she wore sheer black stockings. Her wrap around skirt was made of dark velvet which clung to her curves like a second skin. He followed the lines of her hips and noticed the fastening at her slim waist; one button held the skirt in place. A tight black cross over top covered her wonderful heavy tits, firm and thrusting, and her shining blonde hair was swept. . I could smell her fragrance. She without no time pulled my shirt, actually she tore my shirt buttons.We were both not in control of what we were doing. Though we were not lovers, we were just friends, but we were just aiming to have sex that day. She turned around asking me to remove her white bra, and I could see her nipples clearly. I removed it and held her breasts from behind standing squeezing her breasts. She was kissing my cheeks, we were kissing and I was squeezing hard her nipples.. At first I didn't believe him. I thought he was just some crackpot who didn't have anything better to do than fantasize about stuff like this. You know, being involved in a war between Heaven and Hell. He had somehow unlocked me or some latent energy within my soul. But then, I started to believe it. I don't know why, probably because I wanted to be involved in something greater than my own pathetic existence. To this very moment, the answer to this question still seems to elude me."Althea.