He inquired about my friend and I said he needs to be patient. We grabbed a drink and went out to the small terrace. I stood there over looking the ci...y in my naughty clothes. Josh had his hands all over me and his tongue in my mouth. We had fucked a number of times but I had never got dressed for him. He was just a nice cock to have fun with when I was lonely, too tired to go out or just wanted someone to fuck me to sleep. We may have been on the terrace fondling for 15 minutes or so when. She's one of those proper women who thinks she's above everyone else in the office. I guess you'd say she has a superior attitude. Always acting so prim and proper. Marcy dresses conservatively, not that the tall skinny bitch has any kind of figure. I'd estimate her age to be 45, or so, but I don't know. For a nosy little bitch, she pretty much kept to herself. As far as looks she was pretty plain. Not ugly, but she was no Jessica Alba, either.Anyways, one day I'm in my cubicle, minding my own. We were struggling to keep the conversation going as we were all geared up to jump each other. It was all very coy to begin with. During a pause in our conversation, she uncurled her legs, stretching them out and sat in profile to me, giving me a nice view of how brown and long they were, right up to her panties. She leant back on her hands and my hand went to the bulge in my jeans to give it a squeeze. Her eyes followed my hand. I could have easily reached out and touch her. “I like your. Then she asked how Tara had went speaking to our potential new clients.I responded saying. “Tara has shown me a whole range of new talents ... talents that I never suspected that she possessed”.That comment got me a punch in the shoulder ... and a very tight squeezing of my cock.I groaned ... Something that Lana commented on.I replied with “I think I’ve pulled a muscle. I’ve just had a tightening”.Tara glared at me whilst I finished off the conversation with her mother with “I’d better go get.