"Mr. Moore asked me to bring my outfit!! I told him I canstill fit into my cheerleading uniform and he wants me to bring ittomorrow to prove it to hi...! Isn't that funny?" She just smiled andleft.The next day I arrived at work wearing a blue silk blouse and a shortblack skirt and blue heels. I smiled at Mr. Moore when he arrived andpointed to a canvas bag I had stashed beneath the desk. He winked at me.I could hardly wait until lunchtime, but the day dragged on and finallywhen the office. "Wow! Who would have thought you would become my hairless ex-husband sosoon?" Elizabeth said looking at the tent in my panties. "You are a treatfor sore eyes Jacqueline!"I was quickly coming to accept that Elizabeth was calling me "Jacqueline"now but her "ex-husband"? Well looking at myself in our bedroom mirroreven I was wondering if I should now think of myself as her wife now.The way my babydoll top hung around my torso made me look like I hadbreasts even though I did not. Men don't dress. For some reason, the thought came to the forefront of his mind that he’d been hard since his encounter with the woman in the gas station, which did strike Matt as something else odd about the town. By that point, however, the FBI agent was too tired to care, and he soon fell asleep.* * *Matt groaned quietly, his hands gripping the slim waist of the woman from the gas station, the deeply defined muscles on his arms rippling as he fucked her ass.“Fucking whore for anal!” he bellowed, slamming his. "I need another shot." I giggled to him. He smiled. He led me off the dance floor and we found the shot girl. He got us both a shot. Strawberrykiwi for me, hawiian for him. We took the shot then I licked my lips and smiled. "Yummy." I said."I wanna try yours." He said leaning in and kissing me, he tasted great."You wanna go before the croud?" He asked. I smiled. Next thing I knew I was in the back of his Caddy and he was face deep in my breasts. He smiled every time I seen his face look up..