My memory of following her down the passageway was still fresh in my mind and did nothing to dissuade me that she was a very decorative Receptionist a...d not a Psychologist. Looks can be deceiving. ‘I guess that the starting point for me was when I missed out on a promotion to a ‘brown nose’, someone who spent more time sucking up to the boss than actually working. This was a blow to my self-confidence, not a major blow, but enough to start me doubting myself. Then this wonderful person goes. .. "Jenny?" He asked hesitantly. She shook her head no, andJeremy felt extremely odd, realizing that this wasn't his sister, inspite of what she looked like. He was almost sure that someone wasplaying a joke on him, but looking down and seeing his own breasts, heknew that it wasn't. "Who" Mr. Thompson hesitated, "Who are you?" Jeremy felt himself cringing in extreme embarrassment, thenlooked down at his feet. Or he would have if his breasts and bellyweren't in the way.. She undulated over him, arching her breasts and shoulders back. Letting him admire the curves of her body that he had missed so much. He pushed against her greedy for the feeling and sight of her. But he was not a patient man. He rolled over so that she was now under him and he thrust once deeply and sure. She gasped. He lifted her smooth leg over his shoulder, raising her pelvis up to him and thrust again. She moaned. He took one hand in his and pinned it above her head, the other held her leg. I had gone to the restroom, washed a bit, fixed drinks for all of us and came back and they were STILL going at it. I announced drinks if anyone is interested, to which Roger shook his head "no" and my wife didn't even seem to know I had said anything. I watched as he pounded her over and over, watched her bite her lip, watched her quiver with orgasm after orgasm while nursed my drink. Then as if they had rehearsed, she flipped over and he was doing her doggie. Holding her by the waist from.