Nothing sexual, like with Denise. She was my sister, for crying out loud. I tried to send her the thoughtRaise the volume on the TVBut nothing happene.... My eyes were drawn towards her chest, and I lost myself watching how it rose and fell with each breath. She noticed, looked at me and said.“Bro, watch the TV instead, would you?”I looked her in the eyes, and as she looked into mine that thought repeated itself.Raise the volumeShe shrugged off the fact that I'd been ogling her boobs and reached. ) My Toilet Fetish, achieved.The office Christmas bash started just after nine in the morning when plastic cups were passed around with champagne and freshly squeezed orange juice.Come lunch time, we were treated to a Christmas dinner at a well known eatery, and then onto a night club, still dressed in my morning clothes, with no time to go home to change.It was almost twelve hours since that cup of Mimosa, and possibly more than a bottle of wine and liquors, I was ready for a nightcap, of cock. Finally, they were heading out the door for work amid goodbye hugs and kisses to each other and me. I made a beeline to the shower and made sure every inch of me was cleanI splashed on some cologne and dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt and then opened the garage and commenced to wait. The minutes seemed to drag by until I heard Valerie's powerful muscle car pull into the drive and enter the attached garage. I was waiting at the kitchen door for her and closed the garage door the moment she. "Absolutelystunning and beautiful," Bill said. I smiled and said thank you. "I amstill very nervous". He held out is arm and took it as we walked to theelevator. Actually, I felt like I was floating. The swishing of thegown on my nylons feel so feminine and refreshing.As we neared the ballroom there were so many beautiful ladies anddresses, and handsome gentlemen. Bill checked us in and we found whichtable we would be sitting. For some unknown reason I thought we'd be ata table for two. .