“Don’t start what you can’t finish,” Michael said with a small laugh. Nicole just smiled as she slowly rubbed the growing bulge in Michael’s...jeans. “Take those off if you are going to do that, you don’t know uncomfortable that is.” Michael told Nicole. Nicole was more than happy to oblige as she began to undo Michael’s jeans. She could feel Michael’s hard cock in her hand now, and she slid it through the slit in his boxers. She did not keep rubbing it though, and instead started to gently suck. Rachel looked at me, and asked, "Are you okay? You look flushed." The strong woman was one of my dearest friends in the department and a few short years older than me. I didn't realize the depth of her concern indicated something life changing for my future."Feeling a little ill ... something I ate," I said, and then gave her a wink. Closing and locking the restroom door, I removed my matronly dress, hanging it on the rack behind the door. Removing my panties and bra, I hung the bra on the rack. ??So you were right, huh???I usually am,? I responded before dramatically adding, ?It’s my curse.??You aren’t full of yourself at all, are you?? she laughed. ?Utterly!?She laughed again. Several minutes later, and after some more light conversation, I arrived home, got undressed and crawled into bed, talking with Melissa all the while. As I reached over to turn out the lamp at my bedside, I decided to get down to more interesting topics. ?Melissa,? I started, ?it’s time to get down to some. She laughed a little as she remembered when she first met them thinking who the hell names their c***d Muffy? Then she learned that her real name was Margret which she hated so everyone called her Muffy.Barbara was comfortable in the motel room that her husband would have turned his nose up at and been likely to run screaming from. She was not from the super rich as he was. She grew up in a middle class home. It wasn't until college that she met Chas. He looked at her as just another lowly.