Without even knowing what I was to do, she was laying face down showing the faded bikini bottom tan outline from the past summer. She must have undone...the top because there were no telltale outlines. After working on her back, I asked her to turn over. I never really noticed before, but Michelle must have had a cup size a few letters higher into the alphabet than Ellen, large, perfectly centered areolas and nipples that werent intimidated from lying on them. They were erect almost instantly. Julie started laughing. "Oh no! That sort of thing doesn't go on nowadays. Mind you, I did hear a rumour..." "Come on. That sounds like potential gossip!"She took a mouthful of her coffee: "I shouldn't tell you, but it's not as if you know him..." You're teasing me Julie!" I said. "Very naughty." I heard from one of the girls at work that Brian..." She lowered her voice. "Is into dogging." Really?" We had been at lunch for less than 20 minutes and we were already onto dogging! "Secretaries. When she does she seems to take every opportunity to give me a long, lingering down blouse look at the twins. She always wears sexy, lacy (probably Victoria's Secret) bras that really accentuates the cleavage. She will stand right in front of me, bend over to pet the dogs and let her blouse hang open for a good long look! (She NEVER does that when my wife or her hubby is around, so I know it's for my benefit!!) I've gotten more bold here of late and just the other day I let her catch me giving. I felt the boy’s warm breath on my neck every time he breathed, and I wasn’t going to lose my boner while I felt that. I decided I would pick him up, put him in the tent, and sleep on the picnic table, but I was too late. The boy shifted in my lap, and his pajamas tore slightly, the very tip of my cock entering his ass. I was stuck. If I moved at all I was going to enter him, and I didn’t know what the consequences of that would be. I certainly didn’t want to hurt him, and for crying out.