I handed the cup of Irish coffee to her. She took a sip and said, "Mmm. Tastes good." I smiled at the white cream mustache above her lip, stark agains... her brown skin."Handmade? I believe so, yes," I said, answering her question. "This set actually belonged to my grandfather. I'm afraid I don't play as well as I'd like to." She picked up the white bishop and examined it more closely. I stood beside her now. She smelled of a clean, fresh soap and water scent, and her curvaceous figure was. At five feet, one hundred and twenty-five pounds (a good bit of it stuffed into her 34C bra) she is a voluptuous bombshell. Add long black hair that hangs down to her ass and legs that just cry out "fuck me" when she wears heels and you have a walking wet dream. She's always hot, ready and willing to fuck and it is usually all I can do to keep up with her.I work for a large electronics firm and Bettina and I were attending the corporation's annual Christmas party. Bettina was wearing a short. Ineeded to distract her. "This is how my mother sends me messages whenshe's out of town. Are the others awake?" If you really thought we were friends, you would have just told me thetruth from the start." She looked angry and more than a littledangerous. I decided I needed to take the offensive."Look Chloe, I'm going to level with you. I appreciate the time andeffort you have all put in to help me be more feminine, but it borderson being abusive sometimes. I mean I feel like I'm being bullied,". ”Don’t be frightened Mena. I was just asking A question.” Mena looked puzzled. She thought he would be furious because she wasn’t inside working. “My God I didn’t realize that you were hiding all of that underneath that hideous maid outfit.” She turned red and pulled the towel over her body. At this point she hadn’t said A single word. Dave was in control of the conversation. All Mena could do is listen at this point. Mena looked up and finally noticed that Dave was sporting A massive erection..