Just teen bra and knickers under my maleclothes.Everything seemed to be normal at work. Nothing was said about myappearance. Well, not until Wednesday...The office manager came over to my desk. She was (I guessed) about tenyears older than me. She had a good figure. Always neatly dressed, withher tailored blouse emphasising her trim waist and shapely bust. Shepulled up a chair and sat down on the other side of my desk. She began tospeak. "You know, girls notice things. They don't necessarily. She wasn’t one of those really arrogant people who not only saw the people around her as if they were insects, but treated them as such, the way George seemed to be, for instance.But if all of that mattered, it was still something else. She had a way about her. She saw through him, she read him, she felt him. Once the walls came down between him, he had felt a little silly. He could see the way that she felt about him; he suddenly went from believing she couldn’t possibly love him, to seeing. I pulled myself together and put some boxers and a shirt on. It seemed silly, but the idea of talking to my mother naked, kind of creeped me out.I picked up the phone and dialed home, knowing exactly what I was going to say. The phone was answered with a frantic voice, “Carol? Is that you? Young lady, you know better than to not call and be...”“Mom ... it’s Rann.”“Oh, Rann, I’m ... I was just so worried. Carol didn’t come home last night, and I was so worried when I saw her bed ... hadn’t been. She snuggled up to me as close as she could get with the gear shift and the hand brake in the way. She laid her head on my shoulder and rested her arm on my leg. When we got out of town she pulled back so she could unzip my fly and pull my cock out. Plop! Out it came, and she ceremoniously, with kindofa dramatic flair, swooped her head down and started sucking me. God, was she a great cock sucker! I never could understand why, but she loved to suck my cock while we're speeding down the.