I remembered the first time with him, the first knotting, and at that thought, I could feel my pussy begin to pleasantly ache and quiver and the incre...sing dampness between my legs. I needed to be with him and could hardly wait to get home. *****I know it probably sounds like all we did was have sex, but it wasn’t like that. Don’t get me wrong, the sex was always phenomenal, but I did have a life to lead, a job to do, and bills to pay. Like most people, my day was taken up just going through. Even open their eyes to some areas where the organization is weak. It is a busy morning for Abbie after the weekend. It always is after a weekend to make sure everything continues to run smoothly. Even the extra work does not take away from Abbie having time to chat and gossip with different staff members and colleagues at the organization.Abbie never mentions this side of things to Tim. She well knows the consequences of what Tim considers gossiping. But Abbie enjoys when interesting. I finaly decided onthe hold up stockings, decision made, I thought it was about time forbed.Craig apparently had the same idea, because just as I stood from sortingthings out he pulled off his socks, stood and began to get undressed. Iunclipped my stockings, balled them up and put them in my bag, then Itook of the Basque and that went to the bottom of my bag. I decided I'dleave my panties on and sleep in them. I put my school uniform to oneside, when we;d finished at Hayley's school tomorrow,. Further than that and it was just a sea of emotion, which thankfully managed to cancel itself out as a blanket of emotional white noise.At first it was an on or off proposition, a little like what I'd gone through as a toddler when the gifts began manifesting themselves. By the time we were eating our grilled bass I'd managed to teach myself to filter out the strong ones, but somehow the background emotional noise was completely unaffected by those filters. Fortunately the 'noise' level was low.