Starting gently, she kneads your tense muscles, sending shivers down your spine. The last thing you want to do is type the paper now, but she insists...that you continue working. The more you type, the deeper the massage goes. It is starting to get increasingly difficult to focus; your fingers skip keys, typos run rampant. You type out, "I need to fuck you." She giggles and keeps massaging your shoulders. To torture you more, she begins to run her lips down the curl of your ear. Your breath. There were even some made out of shiny black vinyl. George was in for a surprise tonight, she thought to herself as she began to strip off her favorite dress and plain under things. Once nude, she again admired herself in the mirror. She cupped her full breasts, teasing the pink nipples with her thumbs until they were stiff with desire. Then she began to slowly slide her hand down over her belly, to her hairless pussy. She smiled as she remembered Georges reaction when he had found her thick. . I wasn't sure about Petra. I'd thought — I was sure — I was in love with her, but then I fell in love with Su. The intensity of our mutual feelings eclipsed completely what I felt with Petra. She obviously still cared about me, or she wouldn't have gone to the trouble she had at the weekend ... but ... Remember, I'm a nerd. While I'd learned a lot, there was still much I didn't even know, let alone understand. I didn't know that love is not a finite commodity, and it doesn't only come in one. " Yes sir," she laughed, "I need to buy a few little things in another shop, coming?" Of course."Whilst I was being extremely patient and nodding my agreement every time she showed me a tiny pair of panties, or a flimsy little suspender belt, I reflected on all the action I'd seen since joining the Regiment. I thought that I'd rather be in any one of those places than standing there with my sister, manfully though I kept at my post, stimulated by the thought of seeing her in those sexy.