I liked being the object of men’s fantasies. I could never go back to the old me. The clothes I chose to wear to work more and more began purposely...to evidenced the body beneath. I wore thin lacy bras when I wore one at all, and thongs or more often, nothing at all under my short tight skirts and dresses. I grew to love the feeling of being utterly naked beneath my clothes, and the less I wore underneath, the more guys stared, and the more guys stared the more I liked it. So like in classical. I trailed my finger up her thigh then slid my long finger down and into her slit. That touch on her pussy caused her hips to bounce and a quick sip of air. Dee rolled her head to the right, closed her eyes and the space between her legs widened. My erection was beginning to hurt from being stretched so tight. I lifted my head from her tits “Put it on me.”She didn’t have to ask what I meant, she sat up, grabbed the condom packet and ripped it open. Dee pushed on my shoulder so I was on my. I proposed that we threw a small good-bye party in our office on Friday. The movers were coming to Henny's on Monday, and she would fly to Vancouver on Tuesday. I also paid Mr. Peterson a short visit to report on our Italian deal. He was most enthusiastic, and I used the opportunity to prepare his mind with a few ideas about my position in the company.I called Mary around three to tell her, I'd probably leave office in half an hour."Was it a nice trip?" Well, a bit boring, but for the company. After a minute of listening to me trying make amends, she smiled and asked me in.She asked, as she always did when I came over, if I'd like a cup of coffee. I said sure and made myself comfortable at the kitchen table, just as I'd done in so many happier times gone by. Christine brought the coffee pot to the table. I poured us both a cup while she rummaged through the pantry looking for some cookies.I suddenly became aware of her standing right behind me. I felt her big, strong arms wrap around.