My mind was occupied with naughty imaginations of what we could do together. I was getting aroused, and I could feel a small damp spot in my panties. ... couldn't hold in my feelings any longer. I moved closer to Mr Patterson until I could feel his warm breath on my forehead. "Mr Patterson... I have a confession to make," I whispered. He looked at me with a puzzled look on his face. "I-I-I..." "Yes, Jenna?" "I think I'm in love with you," I mumbled. He took a few steps away from me, and rubbed. Apparently I was not the only person to ignore her. Crowds of City workers were vacating their offices in droves and seemed to be walking straight through her. Women dressed in back, authoritative dresses brushed past her without a single bit of recognition, while groups of men with loosened ties and drink on their minds didn’t even bother to cast a watchful eye at her ample cleavage. As I walked on I supposed I was also part of this homogenous mass, private within my own collective, hurrying. My girlfriend had always been a little reserved when it came to sex but I could always tell there was a sexual b**st just waiting to be let out. Gradually we started to experiment and finally after coaxing it out of her she told me that it was a fantasy of hers to be with more than one guy. So one night when we had all been drinking I sugessted the idea to her and one of my friends jon. Jon loved the idea and after a little reassurance she was keen too, she ent off to the bedroom and Jon and. It sits a littlelow on my breasts, but the pull of the garment's crotch on mine was mymain goal.I arranged my "breasts" in the cups and pulled the straps up on myshoulders. My crotch responded in the right way to the tightnesssurrounding it. I slipped a rose full slip from her drawer over myhead, letting the hem fall halfway down my thighs. The small amount ofcurve I had made with the hip pads looked good, although I have beenwishing for a better feminine hip and butt. I unzipped the dress.