“Hey Imogen,” Mr. Thomas said with a smile as he opened the front door. I was a little taken back for a second. At school he was generally in nice...dress type clothes and overly done. Now he was in a pair of basketball shorts and a white t-shirt. He went from looking like my teacher to looking like this hot older man. He almost looked like a short haired version of Johnny Depp. “Hey Mr. Thomas,” I said a little over excitedly. I could not help but want him. He looked so amazing, it was almost. Jenna had always been jealous, wished she were one of them, but her thick glasses and braces didn't let her make the 'cut.'She spied some of the cute little young things from the secretarial pool out on the balcony, having a smoke break. Another cheerleading clique, that. None of them had been hired for their typing abilities, of that everybody in the firm was sure. All seven of the women out there were statuesque and gorgeous, and proud of it. Jenna felt some of the old wishing from high. Meanwhile he was still nibbling on and licking my ears, his hand slowly moving up my inner thigh all the way to eventually my panties where he felt all that now dry but sticky cum. "I see somebody was already excited," he said, then pulled on my cock. "Fuck this, want to go back to my place?"Though I just met this guy and was just getting to know him, I was so horny and so hot, so into it, that i said yes. So we left the club, the drag queen show early. I didn't mind walking through the. We offered her a place to stay, no strings attached I might add; and over time she became our fourth wife, ergo, Matthew is my kid.”“That’s great,” Jenn said, “and what you said results in a few more questions. First, what was Alice doing working in a strip club. I thought you said she was an accountant.”Dave grinned, “Oh, she is and has been since college. She actually works for Roy Goodman, the guy with the salt and pepper hair talking to Pam over on the blue chaise. I might have mentioned.