"You were told to have three names. What arethe other two?"I scrambled to come up with them. "Jennifer and Jane." Why J's?" Her look was entirely skep...ical. "Did you just think of thesenow?" No! I'm sorry - " I lowered my voice, "I thought about them yesterday. Ijust like the names with 'J' in them. I like Julia the best."Ms. Winters crossed her arms and watched me for a moment. "Julia it is.Congratulations. It's a fine name. It's traditional. You will now answerto it, exclusively. Any failure. The aromatherapy quickly filled the air. He recognized it as the lotion in his mother's bathroom.Her touch was gentle, yet firm. She closed her fingers around his cock and slid it upward around his head and back down to the base. At first she merely caressed him, sliding her fingers up and down his young tool, coating it well. She didn't look directly at him, but instead, with her head downward, focused her eyes upward. Once she had a hold of it, she didn't need to see what she was doing. She. At the company picnic Carol had teamed up with Brian in the three-legged race and the wheel barrow race (although to be fair I did have to admit I had taken on too much beer to be her partner in those events). At the company Christmas party she danced with Brian more than anyone else there with the exception of me and she did stay late to work with him from time to time. I didn't like Brian anyway so I was predisposed to think bad thoughts about him. He was a back stabber and was always trying. So she decided to take them off. Carol hooked her fingers in the thin elastic waistband of her panties and she pushed them off her hips, down her legs and over her feet. She casually tossed them away, noting how damp her little black nylon panties had become.Naked now except for the sheer black hold-ups and her heels, Carol Vorderman lay back on the bed and closed her eyes. She kicked her heels off and spread her legs wide. Carol moaned softly as she slowly and gently caressed her full breasts.