I can't seem to focus today. I'm in my office and I have so much to do, but I'm just not focusing, I'm aroused, horny. I close my eyes and all I can t...ink of is you. Having you.I text you, telling you to come to my office.Knowing that you will come as soon as you see my message, I prepare myself. I apply a fresh coat of lipstick, ruffle my fingers through my hair, a spray of perfume. I'm excited already.I sit back on my chair and wait for you. I undo the top buttons of my sheer white blouse,. No, her arriving late was unpredicted and worst still; her poor excuse was only a last minute attempt to hide the truth. To make matters worst, she also added that from now on, because of this girl finishing half an hour later than the rest, she was always going to arrive home around midnight.We went to bed as usual, and while I was debating in my mind weather I should initiate sex with her or not, she solved the problem by cuddling against me and with her arm around my neck she pulled my head. It was almost two weeks sincethe babyfication of Mick and some changes were definitely taking place.The baby was acting much more independent now and wasn't too interestedin being carried around in a backpack. She still nursed at Cat'sbreast, but seemed to be rebelling against that too, sometimes bitingCat's nipple so hard with her sharp little cat teeth that she drewblood. All in all, the baby was showing signs of entering the "terribletwos" in less than two weeks and even the devoted Cat was. "Samantha looked down. Now it was her turn to be embarrassed and she fled back to the house. She found Henrietta and asked what she should do."What do you think, Samantha?" I haven't got to shave, have I?" No, you poop. Just snip off the ones that are sticking out with your nail scissors or," she grinned, "get yourself a less revealing bikini."Samantha pulled a face at her and went to find her nail scissors. When she went back out again Henry said nothing but she did catch him having a furtive.