On Wednesday Stacey appeared to be wearing white cotton panties and she spread her legs far enough for me to notice that they were trimmed in thin pin... lace. My first view of these panties occurred as soon as she arrived at her desk. She sat down quickly and spread her legs wide open as she set her brief case on the floor beside her chair. She had a fuller skirt on today and as she placed the bag on the floor she reached under the table to pull the skirt under her and flipped it up higher. I just got home and my mom and I had a fight,” I started.“About what?” He asked, “Wait...just got home? I thought you went home after the movie last night?”“I didn’t,” I couldn’t stop my mouth at this point, “Chris, I stayed with Dylan last night.” I confessed.“Ooooookkkayy?” He questioned, “Like we’ve done 100 times before? Why is your mom pissed about that?”“No! Not like before,” I didn’t even know how to put this out there except to just blurt it out, “Chris....I’m gay...”Thank god we were. He leaned forward and licked her clit. She sighed. He placed two fingers in her pussy and began flicking her clit with his hard tongue. She began moaning. He pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy as her moans increased. He sucked and bit her clit and she came. He continued pumping her pussy and adding additional fingers. He stood and began rubbing her clit with one hand while pummeling her cunt with the other. He had barely stood when she squirted for him. “Fuck! That is amazing,” he. We became good friends. She dated my best friend from USC, Jackson Littleton, who became a CPA and was raking in the dough. They got married, and when I opened O’Hara Real Estate, Jackson asked if I needed an Office Manager. Sheila has been with me ever since, becoming quite literally, my right hand ‘man.’Having something of a brainstorm, I called Sheila, and put it on speaker.“Hello, Richard. What’s going on? Has Robbie admitted to anything?”“I don’t know yet, Sheila. That’s not why I called..