Watching her every movement in the large mirror she slowly unfastened the first button of her blouse. The top button did little but the second was mor... firmly held in place by the fabric being pulled apart. Her breasts had grown so much over the last couple of years that now when she unfastened the second and third buttons her top would spring open to reveal her soft and swollen cleavage. The last buttons revealed her decoratively designed French bra. Her eyes moved from the swell of her creamy. I was sat at my desk typing away while Mel was on the other side of the room searching through the files. She excused herself to go to the ladies room but I just replied "okay" without even looking up from my computer. 5 minutes or so later , Mel wandered back in. She didn't say anything and I just quickly glanced up and then back down at my desk and screen. In the following few milliseconds my brain tried to process what it had seen when I quickly looked up. Her flirty skirt she'd been wearing. To experiment with life to see what you like, what you don't, your tastes, your desires, what you have a flair for or just an inclination for. Well, let me tell you. Experimenting? I thought I'd been there, tried that; got the proverbial t-shirt. I did the drug thing and discovered it just wasn't my thing. I even did the fun stuff in the bedroom. The bondage. The costumes. The rough. The wild. The teasing. The kinky and the so called naughty. The toys and the boys. But it was always men. Mmmm. .." she told me, as she lowered her wet lips back over the head of my cock, and began bobbing up and down! It felt like paradise!! I put my hands on her head to assist her up and down ministrations, although I don't think she needed it!!! "So you did this the other night?" I asked...I was drunk again under her oral spell... "Yes...I finished you off with my hand that night, but I don't think so tonight...I want you inside me, my fucking stud!!!" - to which she got her body up, and settled right.