"What?" I asked."Oh, nothing. You look ... different somehow."Well that didn't take long, I thought. 'Thirty seconds and she senses something's chang...d since I saw her just a few days ago. I tried to look innocent."I'm fine." Randy, you look better than fine. You look like ... I don't know." She shrugged. "More relaxed or something?" I do?"She rolled her eyes at me, her expression becoming affectionately stern. "Come on, tough guy, spill it."I swallowed a grin and tried to look mysterious.She. "Fuck me Bobby Boy." she said, nearly with a laugh. I hated to be called Bob, and loathed the name Bobby. But that didn't matter right now as I stared at her massive tits and felt a seathing heat close to my cock coming from her pussy.I pressed my lips around a nipple and bit, sending a spasm through her body. I pressed the head of my cock up to the lips of her pussy. I groaned hard as I was met with more pressure than I had expected. It was tight. Very tight. Tighter than I could. But looked me in the eyes and directly said, "We're not fucking." I could tell she sounded sad. But then she surprised me with a kiss. She pulled me to her and I could feel her DD breasts touch my chest. She pushed me away. I was helpless. She had seniority, and I was just a boy.A very, very aroused boy.My horniness got me again and I leaned in for more. She took my face and kissed me. I moved my hand and placed it delicately on her thigh."I wish you were older." Ugh.. But I look your age. If. ”We shook hands and started on our way back to the office.“I came up with the naming scheme for the conference rooms,” I said.“Should I be afraid?” Elyse smirked.“No! But I need you and Kimmy to find me six posters. Some will be easy. At least one will probably require you talking with Tanya or Vanya Voronin.”“What?”“The main conference room will be ‘Lemieux’ and we’ll need a poster of Mario skating the Cup. Same with the ‘Gretzky’ room, which is the next smaller one.”“Biased much?” Elyse.