.. I think you kind of forgot something,"I looked down, at my gaping zipper, which was still firmly in the down position. My tidy whities were showing...through. My cock was laughing its balls off.I zipped up with a groan and an apology, and which she took with astounding grace."Well, that worked out pretty well," she said. "I'm glad I could help you." Me too!" I blurted. "I can't thank you enough." Maybe you could buy me dinner sometime," she said.I stood there, frozen. A storm must have come. I have thought about the Christmas party every single night since.I think Ben knows that, too.I’m not sure whether it’s because I am his boss and he wants to keep on my good side, but he always pays me a lot of attention. Sometimes, it’s downright flirtatious, not that I would ever complain. I love it. I am like a schoolgirl with a crush whenever I am around him, not a nearly-fifty-year-old business owner who is married with two kids. One of whom is almost the same age as the object of my. But please don't ever try anything like that again." I understand. And does this mean you'll be seeing him again soon?" That's certainly none of your business young man," she said, holding back another grin. "And who knows, maybe someday if I'm in a more generous mood, I'll pay you back with something extra. But not today."***I emailed him that night asking about his time with my mother. He responded telling me every little detail that went on between them; how she slowly opened herself up to. Thinking about what she had as she drove alone, she became aroused once more, but this time wanted human contact. She wished she was going to meet Blondie, who she now thought of as a close friend.She thought of the woman’s pretty face, her nice shapely build, and her lovely countenance. Damn it, Blondie, she thought to herself, why can’t you be real? Why can’t we share this experience? I owe you so much for awakening my interest in this and I can’t repay you. I love you, my sister, but you’ll.