It was the first date your mother and I went on. Am I remembering that correctly, Merrily?”“Yes, and our second date was GOLDENEYE, and a week lat...r, the original TOY STORY,” mom remembered, sounding wistful.“Everything these days is a sequel or a remake. Heaven forbid if they ever started remaking Alfred Hitchcock moves,” Dad said in an outburst that I hadn’t heard in quite a long time. “Merrily, keep an eye on when something is coming up of our generation, please? A drive-in at nine am in the. ” I whisper-moaned. “Then, beg me not to stop” Sharon said as she smiled and locked eyes with mine. Having no choice: “Please don't s...stop” I begged.“Now kiss me” Sharon commanded. “What?” I gasped. Sharon gave me an “Oh come on now” look and said “You heard me. And make it sensuous.” again, having no choice, I kissed her and her tongue invaded my mouth. As we kissed her hand still kept up it's maddening pace, but keeping me on the edge of ecstasyMaybe feeling left out (and still. The last, lingering kiss before we parted, her standing in the door watching me leave, these things told me that loneliness was over. I didn't realize how much the past days had affected my demeanor until one of my co-workers, the department admin, bouncy, thirtyish, cute in her own plump way, and VERY married, said something."What's up with you?" Debbie asked."Nothing. Why?" I countered."You just seem a whole lot more relaxed, is all," she said."Life is just better, sometimes," I smiled."Yeah.. You can just use your filthy mouth to clean it, and when you’ve finished you will bend over that table and wait for me there,’ she commanded. Trying not to grin I returned to the chocolate stain and knelt to begin doing as she instructed. I could hear her angry breathing directly behind me as she stood watching in silence before leaving the room. This was turning out so wild I reached down and touched my pussy for a just second and it was soaked, my god I was totally jazzed. My nipples were.