“Take your time,” I replied. She lined the club up with the ball, drew it back and then “Thud!” The cub head hit the ground and dirty flew eve...ywhere. The ball fell of it perch atop the “t”. “Well shit!” she exclaimed, taking a step back. I stepped on the “t” box. “Let me show you,” I said. “First of all,” I remarked, “Foot placement is important.” I placed my hands on her hips and showed her how to line up her feet. The I stood directly behind her, her butt pressing against my crotch, and. Chase likes me. I just say they are being silly and pretend not to know what they?re talking about. They point out how he always comes to my window. I say that?s just by chance?and besides I always handle his account. He feels comfortable with me, that?s all. They laugh and I blush and try to change the subject. Mr. Hartwell, the manager, he gets in on it, too. Everyone teases me some at the bank. They?re really nice about it though; it?s kind of like being the little sister in a big family.At. This time her hands were in my hair and on my back, and I too was moving my hands on her back and her hair. Her hands started roaming all over my body. I was kissing her cheeks and her neck. Her hand reached for my dick, and at that exact moment I bit her ear lobe. She started rubbing me lightly over my pants. My hands were busy playing with her boobs. They were soft, and I wanted to massage then, kiss them, and bite them. I pushed her t-shirt up and massaged her boobs through her lovely. Not even half way though the day and her panties we soaking wet with her juices. Ever time she opened her legs she could smell her own arousal and was sure that her boss and coworkers could smell it too. She even went into the ladies room sever times just to wipe the juices from he pussy and thighs, and used paper towel to try and dry some of the wetness from her panties. Kristen knew 7 pm could not get here soon enough. At six thirty Kristen shut down her computer and head out to catch a cab.