The last thing Donna had said to Krissy before leaving work still resonated in her mind, “sometimes if you are thinking like a lady, you dress with ... touch of whore.”The ringing doorbell pulled Krissy from contemplation, Donna on the other side of opened door with bags in hand renewed it. With a grin and giggle she invited herself in and implored Krissy to lead her to the bedroom, relating need of a bed’s space to drop her packages. Krissy, being slightly confused, but increasingly subservient. "I think the storm has passed on." Ah, ah, ah," she gasped as I pushed my hips forward and she rammed hers back. I edged beneath her, grasping her body and rolling her atop me, nearly fully impaled, her legs limp beside mine, head back on my chest.I held her luscious breast with my left hand, squeezing out her nipple, and her right hand and mine joined to feel my shaft side in and out of her slick lips. Her belly trembled and her breath came in gasps. I was probably six inches deep but bent. Inside what do you think is in there? Oh hell no! I pull out the exact same dress. "I thought seeing it looked so good on me you would be jealous and want one too. Who knows maybe someday we will accidentally wear it on the same day. I shiver at the though. Shelly leaves my office. I think for a minute about throwing it in the trash. But I think better and put it on the sofa in the corner of my office. I go to my desk and open the top draw and jump back. I look down and see a bright red. On and off for years. ‘So I was barely sleeping. Constantly reading articles and watching news clips on the internet. And then when I woke up on Sunday, I had apparently just missed the latest big story. ‘Breaking news! Read all about it! Donor X is not only a school teacher from Connecticut, but he spent the previous week getting tested at the CDC. And allegedly having sex with female CDC employees.’ ‘It’s getting more salacious,’ I noted. ‘Constantly, ever more salacious. So I’m no.