So I understood and thought of flirting with her so I started to talk more about her dp.Me: How can he work at this time keeping such a beautiful wife...at home (I actually scared a little to type this, but I sent it.)Sw: Do you think I’m really that beautiful?I didn’t expect this reply from her and got the courage.Me: Of course you are. Look at you in the dp. (in the dp she was wearing Punjabi with dupatta to her neck revealing her beautiful boobs)To my shock, her reply made me hard in. "Theseare called spankies, real cheerleaders wear them over our panties so wearen't flashing cotton when we jump or flip. But you aren't a realcheerleader so you can just wear your panties."Danica already had the panties in her hand and was coming toward me now.If ever there was a time to start struggling it was now, The pantieswere horrendous, hot pink and just row after row of lace ruffles, anddespite my struggles they were soon tugged up around my waist. Theythen pulled out a lacy bra in. That was the hottest, sexiest thing I’ve ever done in my life. Wow. Oh my God."I looked at her face and saw that I had actually cum on her chin and down her neck too. My cock flexed in her hand at the sight and she squeezed it again. "Wow," she repeated and let out a very long deep breath.She squeezed my cock one more time and then drew her hand up my cock, drawing out the remaining cum from my shaft. She ran her hand over my cock head, trying to get as much of my cum from it as she could. She. We lived a thousand miles away from each other and with finances, family, and jobs it just never seemed possible we’d ever be more than online friends. We had exchanged a lot of fantasies and knew each other’s hottest fantasy fodder. To say our online relationship was sexually charged would be a gross understatement; but we never expected an opportunity to make our shared fantasies a reality.This all changed when my boss called me into his office. We had recently “restructured”, basically.