T. right breast. She tugged on her nipple. I had to shift my weight in the chair to hide my erection. They were now French kissing for a few minutes. ...oth girls eyes were closed. I did not say anything. I did pinch my right forearm to make sure I was not dreaming.My lips were dry. They finally broke there embrace. "You have such juicy lips honey. I wish I would have kissed you when you worked for me. I miss you so much." said Jeana. "Mmmmm.." Mrs. T. went back to kissing her old boss. After ten. Right now, he was almost certainly talking to Gayle about their imminent sex. You never could tell with Gayle, though. He’d once talked to Gayle about broccoli during sex. You’d think that it would, at least, have been about carrots or asparagus. They had more appropriate shapes.It was night time in her room. “We had broccoli again tonight.” He pulled down her jeans, leaving only her panties.“I did,” she’d said. “The rest of us did. You didn’t.” She got his belt, and he stepped out of his jeans. I would say things about strangers and she would answer but I never could remember everything she said. Would she fuck a stranger? I doubted it but you never know.She told me that the following Friday she had a conference to go to about two hours away. Her office had won an award for being the top office in the district and the whole office staff and the agents were going for a special recognition dinner and award banquet. She was so happy about going and asked me to go."Sandy, that's a work. She was a large older woman and thus had a variety of girdles and undergarments that she never threw away when they got holes in them or became too soiled to wear anymore. They were ideal for me though and the idea that the stains on them came from her pussy and ass were like instant aphrodisiacs to me. Her home was also the first place I got a douche bag from and she even had some rectal syringes, I suppose those would be collectible antiques now, if only I still had them. More than twenty.