And sexy," Erica smiled.Jenny was wearing a pleated skirt that was modestly short and a tank top with a blouse over it. She was wearing panties... alt...ough very tiny thongs. However, she too had forgone a bra since the tank top supported her and she had covered it with the blouse."Ready to go?" Jenny asked."More than ready," Erica said as Jenny led her out the door. "I'm taking you're word that Jack is a good fuck." It depends on what you mean by a 'good fuck'. Actually, I've never been with. We were usually the only ones in the office. I knew that time was running out. And my fantasies were out of control.But, still, I was powerless to do a thing about it. Most of mine was consumed with the idea of making a big move. I pictured myself kissing her. Lifting her onto my desk and ripping her blouse open. I wanted to stand between her stocking-clad legs, lift her skirt, and fuck her right there on my desk.But I couldn't bring myself to do it. As much as I wanted the reward, I was. We tried to keep it on the downlow, of course, and then Fireball Day happened.“Suddenly, I was alone and I haven’t really been living ever since. I’ve just been existing and recovering from the heavy blow of losing my father, my lover, the man who has meant so much to me in my life. Now, of course, I have to start fresh and find a new life, a new love. So, yes, thank you for that! I’ve cut off my last links to my past,” Claire reassured David as she bent over in the shower and he entered her at. She felt as if she were the size of a moving van and couldn't wait until she had the child.David was beside himself with joy. He was thrilled with the knowledge that he was going to have a daughter and did everything in his power to make Danielle happy. Their favorite activity now consisted of an erotic hot oil massage. Danielle would lie facedown on a rubberized sheet and David would completely massage her shoulder, back and legs with warm (almost hot) oils. He would rub them in, massaging as.