" Blast you Sean. Even Sheila laughed.Playing chicken with Sean is an old tradition. The practice has stood me well in academic politics. I have secur...ty on my phone as 511. Gerald is 666. I let Sheila see that as I made the call. He would not be in the office and I wanted him to get this unfiltered. "Gerald, look up a Lars Gunter, Siemens Financial. I invited him to dance with me at the wedding. I hope I did not ruin your evening."Sheila looked amused. Sean looked at her and said, "You've been. You know, you are a really beautiful and sexy young woman.”“Thank you. I’m glad you think so, but I hope you’re interested in more than just copping a feel of my titties. There are other things we could do if you want to,” she said with a coy smile.“Oh?” he asked. “Like what for instance?”Pam smiled and parted his legs, getting down on her knees between them. She placed her hands on the tops of his thighs and slowly slid them up his legs, watching his facial expression as she did. She reached. .and now he wanted to know who I had been with.i was still a little dumbfounded when he asked me again. He said he could smell Cock on me, a Cock he did not recognize! I realized he smelled my new friend, the little twink from next door. I was going to tell him what had happened, but didn't think it would be like this. So, standing in from of my sexy trans lover, my Cock still at full attention, I told the whole story. I even told Jay about how hot and tight his ass was while I mixed my hot. In a stoned haze I felt one of his hands on my shoulder, pushing down and forward, and I heard his deep silky voice order me: "Bend over." I looked over my shoulder into his eyes, his pupils inches away from mine wide open with excitement, his breath raspy and quick with desire, and I knew what he wanted and thought "No, I shouldn't, no, no" but my betraying body knew this was a lie, my body bending forward ignoring the fake instructions in my head, giving in, letting his hand on my back move.