“Yes, I don’t think it will take long”.“Then go, hard.”He released the belt holding my arm and pushed down on the footrest uprighting the ch...ir while lifting my legs free.I stood and bent over the desk lowering my head onto my folded arms and mashed my breasts against the desk top. The fabric of my blouse strained against the single button. Still in heels, my ass was quite a bit higher creating an uncomfortable swale in my arched back.I stood back up, removed my blouse as I began to bend over. She had big brown eyes that I loved to look into. She was rather tall, about 5 foot 7, and she was definitely on the plump side. She did not have sensational tits or trim ankles or a sexily outthrust derriere. She did certainly have adequate breasts, and her ass was pleasingly broadAnd her legs were shapely, even if they were generously full, especially in the thighs. She wore rather short house dresses, in the mode of the day, and tended to be rather careless in the way she sat. She always. ’ She leaned forward and kissed me. She kissed me hard and made noises with her mouth as she put her hands on the back of my head and drew me close. We kissed for a couple a minutes when she began applying pressure to the back of my head pushing me down her body. I kissed her lips and worked my way down to her neck. That little nibble was rewarded with a moan. My right hand went to her left breast as my lips kissed and sucked her right nipple. My left hand traced her curves down over her flat. “We didn’t speak to each other for months. Then I realized we’d lose each other if we didn’t patch it up. We agreed never to mention it again. Oh, if only she’d known that she had it all along, we could have put it all behind us.” He was desperately weeping by that time and I was afraid the old man would have a heart attack right there on the phone and I’d have another estate to settle.“Is there a story behind it?” I asked.“Oh yes, a story,” he said. It seemed that was the right thing to ask.