As she walked across the parking lot, Jennifer shook her head in disbelief. Gretchen had changed clothes in the office. She now had a white crop top t...at barely covered anything, short shorts that only covered half of her rear end, and sandal wedges tied twice around her ankles. “That outfit screams tramp if you ask me,” she muttered as she looked back at the computer screen to do a few corrections.“Are you talking about me, or did you mean that hooker that hopped into the sports car?” A voice. You can feel some current passing through your body. I can feel that you are shivering, that is when I make my first move and kiss you slowly on your lips. You don’t say anything because and we still have that freshness of our first kiss and gains I give you kiss this time I keep it for little long. You are still cool. This signal of yours is so welcoming to me. I slide my wet tong inside your mouth; you cooperate with me opening your mouth and with in no time we are having French kiss. We are. Your fingers found my nipples and you twist them over my tanktop.The twisting of my nipples had all of my body aching and desiring more of you.Reading my mind you put your hands inside my tanktop touching my bare skin and squeezing my boobs again this time over my bra.You stopped kissing me and pulled out your hands.I lifted my hands in air as you pulled out my tanktop leaving just a piece of lacy pink bra between you and my boobs.You are staring intently at my bra covered boobs and its making. I walked over to look at it and was standing facing it. I could see my full reflection and Michael walking over. He stood behind me and placed his hand on the outside of my right thigh. I didn't move. My heart quickened. Without a word, Michael moved his hand round to my crotch. I watched him massage my growing bulge in the mirror. I stepped backwards to allow him easier access, I could feel that Michael was also hard against my backside. Michael expertly undid my zip and slipped his hand.