.........Ms. Greer arrived at the Ferguson home. She was dressed veryprofessionally in a knee length dark blue skirt and white blouse andwhite open to... pumps. She wore black horned rimmed glasses that wereinlayed with gemstones. A look that was rather out dated, yet somehowappealing to the eye.Dexter and his mother sat across the table from her as she wentthrough the official paper work of the decree reading each pagethoroughly and making notes in the margins."Can she really do this to me?". To my amazement, as I told her about it, she asked if she could come over and keep me company. Certainly it was alright with me. Friday evening I went to pick her up and we went to an early movie. Then we went back to my aunt's for something to eat and to watch TV.It started in the living room while we were watching TV. I slid my arm around her shoulders and she looked at me; her lips looked so inviting that I had to taste them. I eagerly pressed my lips to hers and she kissed back. We. Her reddish blonde hair was messed up. She was wearing jeans and a jersey with a big number 40 on it. She turned her head my way and opened her eyes."I'm fucked up," she said."No shit. How much have you had to drink?" Just three beers," she answered. Three? She acted the way I did after six or so. I was glad, though. It meant she would probably get straight sooner than later. I pulled in at a gas station to get her a cup of coffee. "Stay in the car," I told her. There was no response.When I. .. Boss!" She moaned, dropping to her knees like a good secretary slut and running her manicured hands up the front of his pants. "Such a big bulge!" She giggled, grabbing his belt firmly and undoing it for him. Pulling down his pants, she ran a hand underneath his jocks and pulled out his throbbing ten inch pole."Fuck, that's it, stroke it, Miss Stevens. You don't have the job yet." Mr Jones groaned as Brittany wrapped both hands around his huge cock and started to stroke it slowly. Looking up.