Just then a word came back to her from her high-school Chemistry – aromatic. The smell was from aromatic hydrocarbons, the paint thinners and variou... chemicals in autobody paint. Lenore looked around, eagerly, as they walked through a small area with a counter and sheaves of paper work invoices on it, through a small office area where a large lady sat in front of the typewriter on the desk before her. Every horizontal surface in the room had stacks of paper and dog-eared books on it. There. A little shocking. You don't look anything like Derek now." Thank you," she grinned, "Will that be all?" Yes. Thanks Deirdre," Cathy replied. Deirdre walked out and settled infor a long days work.Her work mostly involved managing Cathy's schedule, screening her phonecalls and fetching her files and coffee and a million other small things.Compared to her previous job, it was a dawdle. It gave her enough time tomanage her IT duties as well. Time passed quickly. It was soon close tothe lunch hour.. Her voluptuous body, with the ideal layer of soft fat and her silken thighs glistened in the half-light. She caressed my body while I rubbed her inner thighs and kissed her deep navel. She pressed me to the bed and put my penis in her warm mouth and worked slowly but surely. I put a finger inside her pussy and started to massage her in a slow tempo. Roma nibbled at my hard nipples while I kissed her earlobes and lips. The rain outside fell incessantly but we were slowly getting oblivious to it. "So young. Mmm. So tight," she said as her fingers began to thrust out of my needy cunt. I let out a soft moan almost purring as I felt myself being filled, my body twitching and responding to her fucking fingers. This was better than I could have ever imagined. Better than getting it off to Julia Ann every night, better than thumbing through my dad's old hustler magazines, better than any of my fantasies. This was perfect I thought as my eyes started to close and her fingers started to drill.