I had actually fantasised about him stopping outside my house, knocking on my door, and fucking my brains out in the hallway. So imagine my surprise, ...orror and almost delight when he turned up at the school I where I work as a secretary. He just walked in the door, looking all sexy and delicious in his grey suit and purple shirt, ran his hand through his hair and looked around.I can remember the exact moment when he clocked me and realised who I was. He probably wondered why I had so many. ”Mitch, Heather, and Tracy had all known each other since they were kids. All three had attended the same high school, and all gone off to the same college as well. As they had advanced through college, each one of them had progressed down a similar path of self-discovery. Tracy was a confirmed lesbian. She had made that proclamation to the other two during their freshman year—neither was surprised. Heather was confidently bisexual. Strangely enough, because of her short-cropped, spiky. Why don't all three of us go to midnight mass."Pyx leaped into my arms. "Oh Master! That'd be so wonderful!"Just then, the phone rang again.Pyx shrugged. "I guess she forgot to tell me something."She answered. "Hello?"It's for you, Vonda."This intrigued us all. Vonda rarely got calls."Hello?" said the red-head."Vanessa! My God! How did you find me?"She glared over at me. "Oh, really?"No, he didn't mention it."Pyx looked at me, and whispered, "Who's Vanessa?" Vonda's sister," I whispered. Not here. Her hands slide up my thigh and I find myself nodding my head; I want her to touch my sex so badly, wanting her to cup it, stroke it and push her finger up it. I want to feel her inside me.My body shudders at the touch but it’s over in a femtosecond. A quantum of interaction that is far too short. But she touched it; wetting her finger as she drew it over my sex. The same brief interaction scrapes over my tummy, touches my nipple and then strokes the underside of my chin like one.