Im not sure what it was, but maybe it was the fact that her face was already covered in my cum and she was on her knees in front of my hard dick. Fine...��on one condition…tell your friend to go home for today and you and I are gonna go for a little drive. She nods her head and ran off.Luke repositioned himself in his pants and down his coffee. He was determined to get a peice of that firm little ass. About a hour later around 10:00- Yea so we are going to be a little late sweet heart, Keco. As I glanced she crossed her legs under the table and I felt my balls respond in kind by tensing internally at the sight of her lovely calf and three inch heels."Thank you." she turned her smile on me as I brought her the coffee. It switched off quickly as she reached for her purse."No, no," I protested, "it is a pleasure to buy you coffee Miss. A kind of tribute really I suppose." Well, its certainly a long time since I was addressed as 'Miss' and a bit incorrect these days don't you think?. On the other, she felt a mad urge to bring herself to orgasm right then and there. Instead she tried frantically to do the "normal" thing.Just put on your swimsuit, Doris, she thought.Still she couldn't resist gently brushing her fingers across her pubic hair before doing so. Her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own. They lingered a bit too long against her burning slit.Ok, Jerome, the show is about over. Here's one last look.Doris turned slowly about under the guise of seeming to forget. I ignored her; my attention was taken by a package on her desk. The slim rectangular package contained hosiery. There was a picture on the front of the packet of a woman smoothing out the product along her shapely legs.“Pant-E-Hose,” I read the writing on the packaging.A prototype for a large advertising poster was arranged on the layout table.Mother reached out to take the advertising mockup off the layout table but I snatched it away before she could. On the cardboard handbill the same model.