" Uh, mom. I don't think so. You've showed me what it's like to be a girl and now that I understand what it's like to be a girl, I don't want to try...out for that play. Let's not take any photographs." Nonsense, Tonya. Photographs will help us remember this day. Years from now, we'll look at these old photographs and laugh about what great fun we had today. Now stand over there and smile. Look pretty, dear."I couldn't talk her out of it. She made several photographs of me and kept taking. I like to fool around with it, but he was a master of the craft." Tomorrow, you tell Jerry the new department head is going to be working with his crew, not sitting in some cushy office, with his feet up on a desk. Ask him who the worst guy on the crew is. When he tells you who it is, tell him if he doesn't take the job, that's who you're going to promote over him." You think it was only the office he was objecting to?" No. I think it was the way he sees the job he thinks you want him to be. My pussy clenched on her plunging fingers. She thrust them in and out of me, stirring me up. It was an incredible delight. My eyes fluttered. My legs straightened, my feet pressing on the floorboard. My seat creaked.“Mrs. Alberts, yes!” I gasped.Her thumb rubbed at my clit. My naughty pussy clenched around her fingers. Sparks flared through my twat as she pumped them in and out of me. I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut. The back of my head thudded into the headrest.“Mrs. Alberts! Oh, you're so. She shivered. I took my jacket off and put it over her shoulders. She bequeathed me one kiss, but it ended up, hasty, off target, on my outer ear. She was drunk. I could see it now, the way her head drooped. She was trying to stay awake. I met one of her yawns with my mouth, sucking up her air and the taste of her. She wasn’t much of a kisser. She was too slobbery. There was too much saliva. I forced my hand up under her bra strap and felt for her tits. I wanted to squeeze both of them into.