What if I made a mistake? It would be devastating, and she'd never forgive me.Naturally, I didn't share my thoughts with Wanda. Her exuberant greeting...on Monday morning nearly made me late getting to John's staff meeting."I know who Barbara is, and I think I've found Jack Piedmont," she began.I didn't give a shit where Piedmont was, but Wanda's excitement over her discovery made me listen to how she'd searched the archives until she found that Barbara had been with the company when we'd built. Suddenly she told yes does it well like you did on that day night. I stopped and looked at her. She told that she knows well when I kissed her neck pussy boobs during my childhood but she acted like sleeping.I came to full mood and started sucking her neck hard from her behind. She moaned hmmm mmm yesses…I slowly raised her nighty. And she dint wears any inners. Not even bra. Slowly went down from the same position I.E from behind and reached her butt. Which is in whitish color and made me mad.. After a few moments of silence she says, “Would it help if I modeled for you? I'm very shy but you've been so helpful to me and I have no other way to repay you.” “You don't have to repay me. Things will work out somehow.” “I insist. I know how sculptors work somewhat and you despise a day without being productive. I can't pose nude, I'm just not that comfortable with my body. “I appreciate your offer but I have no interest in sculpting the clothed figure. You needn’t worry yourself with my. I put on a skirt and a sweater because I know they'll be easier to gain access to. I text you back, "I'm on my way."In my car on the way to where you are, I am imagining all of the things I want to do to you when I get there. I can feel the vibrations of the car between my thighs, and it all becomes too much. I slide one hand up my skirt and push my panties to the side. I am dripping wet from my little fantasies. I slowly circle my fingertip around my clit until I can feel the pressure building.