Her maiden name was Mahoney, which she hated. She was on the petite side, about 5' 3" or 5" 4", and she was, I guessed, about thirty-five, at least tw...nty years younger than I. She was also married and therefore out of reach.Shannon worked in our marketing department. She was intelligent and very good at her job. I discovered this in working with her on several projects. Working with Shannon was always a delight. About three years ago, we were working together. She was putting together a sales. Her actions brought me out of my c*** like trance and I moaned as she gave my cock a second squeeze. I reached across the opened dishwasher with both arms. Using both hands I began to slowly undo the remaining buttons of her pajama top. Joyce’s top now hung slightly open and I pushed the top off her shoulders and exposed her breasts to my stare. “Oh my god.” I moaned loud enough for her to hear. Both my hands moved and I now had her nipples trapped between my forefingers and thumbs. I pinched. Dark Hair bright eyes books in hand bright red lipstick everything perfected in order. My friends noticed my stare and cooed in my ears getting me back to real life from my dreams. She didnt notice me or me staring her. She sat three rows ahead to me, her dark black ponytail faced to me. Teachers came and finished their lectures. People started to move out as the class was over. I sat still staring at her. She probably was too busy packing her books to have noticed the stare. “Hello! Kya dekh. " But you really want to sleep with her, right?" Uh..." Answer the question!" He sounded angry."OK, yeah. I want to sleep with her." In fact, you are obsessed with her body, right? You want to be able toexplore every bit of it? Answer me!" Yes, dammit." And you know this is never going to happen, since you are more thanthirty years older than she is, right? Unless you do something againstthe law?" I guess so. So what are you going to do, make me younger? Make herolder?" Do you think it would be.