"My car skidded into the ditch in front of your house and my cell doesn't work here. Could I, um, use your phone, please?"Grace's eyes traveled up and...down the woman."You forgot your pants," she finally pointed out."Yeah," the woman said. "I am a little cold standing here, honey." Maybe you should have worn pants." Sweetie, could I please, please, please come in?" the woman begged. Tears were forming in her eyes again.Grace rolled her eyes and let the woman into the foyer."You're not, like, a. ”“You know I hate to do this. And you know what I have to do.”She put her face in her hands, crying. Fucking hell.I printed out the termination letter and slid it with a pen across the desk.“I need you to sign this. I’ll pay you through the end of the day and you’ll get your last paycheck on the next payday. It’ll have any accrued vacation time cashed out for you. Unfortunately, the incentive payout won’t be on there since you won’t be finishing the month with the department.”She lifted her. Slowly she crept over and opened his door inch by agonizing inch until she could press her hot little body through it. Once inside she closes it behind her and turns to face her son, asleep on his bed.She slowly creeps towards him as she shudders and moans deep in her throat.Fuck, I'm gonna suck that cock...'Now, AfternoonLauren was in the laundry room, pressing her moist and by now well over-sexed cunt against the washing machine as it gave it's final cycle.There was nothing dirty to wash,. "Yes, that was it. I mean, later you turned it into something else, butat the time, I thought..."He trailed off as he realised from my reaction that he had jumped waybeyond what I had meant."No. Nothing like that was on my mind." I said. "I meant that we wouldmake love later, that's all. It was you who were thinking that. Whatsort of fantasy did you have in mind?"He looked strangely put out and a little sulkier than I'd have liked ashe considered his answer."I don't think that I'd imagined.