Donald then got into his car and drove, heading to his apartment. The drive was uneventful, as uneventful as driving in LA could be, with all the traf...ic and congestion everywhere. He pulled up to his building, parking out front, when his phone rang.“Yes?” he replied, having waited for this call.“Legatus, we have a problem,” the man on the other end replied.“What kind of problem?” he queried, anger rising up within him. No one ever referred to him by his honorific, unless it was a special. Here was my chance to put a stop to all this and as I started to say something to Paul and Ollie I suddenly found myself being unceremoniously lifted up out of my chair from behind by a third man whose hands were too close for comfort to my breasts; as I tried to protest at this latest indignity my dress was pulled the rest of the way up by Paul and Ollie so that my red panties could be seen by everyone. My arms were held and I could do nothing as, between them, they pulled my panties right. I just, kissed her back. My lips moved against hers. She tasted sweet. Her perfume smelled of vanilla and I kissed her more like I wanted her. I didn't even think. I felt her hands roam my back. Our bodies became closer leaving no space between them. I hesitated and took off my shirt again throwing it to the ground. She didn't miss a beat, still kissing me. Her lips were so smooth. She bit my bottom lips and I gasped. She smiled as I flinched back. I grabbed her by the arms and we shuffled to. But it wasn’t doing her much good from the waist down… it was kind of hanging off of her hips. I hadn’t really regained my ‘girlish figure’ after the birth of my 10 year old, Nathan. But I’m not fat by any means. Melanie is probably a 36 while I’m a 34. I’m not much into lingerie and I don’t think I’ve worn that thing since the first week back home from the hospital. My husband had bought it for me shortly after I got on my feet after coming home. He was horny and gave it to me as a ‘coming.