Is there any chance my company can get a slice of the action?”“It is always possible, but due to certain side-effects, you might prefer not to be ...nvolved in the distribution side.”“Side-effects?”“Perhaps on the erotic side, if I might word it carefully?”“Oh. Mood-enhancing side-effects?”“That is so. It is these side-effects that make our export popular, but by the same token may not suit your more mainstream market. In certain jurisdictions, our product may be deemed illegal, but we simply. We both worked on dropping his clothes to the floor. I led him into the bedroom. The sheets were already turned down. Ryan laid on top of me, his hard cock pressed against my belly. I moaned when he kissed my neck and whimpered when his tongue played with my popped up nipples. I felt his hand between my legs and his cock against my thigh as he sucked on each breast. He was rubbing my pussy vigorously now. With his free hand he lifted up my leg and started kissing my ankle. Two fingers went. He pushed me back, clearly unsettled. I saw that his pants were bulging hugely, bigger than any man’s I’d ever seen. I gazed at him, my breasts filling my tight blouse, big as melons. I straightened my skirt with my hands. “We still have a lot of work to do,” he said, all business-like again. “Get those reports off to General Lampkins.” “Okay, sir,” I smiled. “And quit calling me ‘sir,’” he scolded me. “You’re a civilian.” “Mmmm, I like it,” I teased. I turned to go. “Bye, bye,. I didn't realize that I'd not seen any of my underwear in with mythings. That's what I mean about Mother noticing things that I wouldn'thave recognized. Anyway, I went out into the garden to work again,planning on coming in again when I heard the dryer timer go off again. Iknew Mother was home, but she'd been hiding in her room all morning and Idon't like to bother her. She works hard during the week and I'm sure sheenjoys sleeping in on a Saturday.Again, when I came in after hearing the dryer.