You may be right." She gave me a little peck on the cheek, and her perfume went right to my brain. We sat in the den sipping the drinks and chatting a...out my day at work, and hers at the medical seminar. She was wearing a pale orange sleeveless summer dress that buttoned up the front. A bright orange belt highlighted her waist, and hosiery and bright orange heels finished the look. Her blonde hair was swept up over her ears, and brushed across her forehead from right to left. The dress showed. "Go ahead," I said. "She asked if you wanted to touch them."By now Alfred's cock was very hard and made his underpants stick out in a way that Helen couldn't avoid to notice. She smiled to him, took his hands in her own and led them to her tits. "I can see you want to touch them. Go on then. They are not dangerous."That bubble of silence I experienced the day I met Helen, returned. Everything seemed to take place in slow motion. I was mesmerised as I watched Alfred's hands take possession of my. He had twice been reminded by his Secretary that he had an appointment waiting. The Secretary having on both occasions been angrily rebuffed, had retreated quickly. Jim stared moodily at the calendar on his office wall. The scantily clad girl on the calendar smiled back at him, but even she could not provide him with any consolation in his predicament.He was angry worried and frightened. He was angry at those so-called friends who had put him in this predicament. Worried at the possible. .I was surprised when my mobile pinged telling me I had a text message, no one sent me messages I didn’t like them, if you had something to tell me just call, it wasn’t hard was it?I was even more surprised when I looked and saw it was from Jessica my step-daughter, she never ever called me let alone sent me text messages, I only knew what she was up to from my wife, she was the one she kept in contact with, after all she was her Daughter and she was the one contacted with any news, good or.