"We continued on to our own cubicles to get to work. At about 11:30 we broke for lunch, and Jeremy and I walked out and across the street to the diner...some of us enjoyed. We ate there often. I said hello to Gladys, our waitress, and she smiled at us as she took our order. While waiting for the food to come I got down to brass tacks."Listen, Jeremy. I'm going to get a little personal here. If you get uncomfortable just let me know, and I'll drop it." I think I can handle it Sarge. If you're. The sun has just set and the smell of something cooking is wafting through the house. I have prepared myself in a wardrobe that I know you will be pleased to see me in when you return home. I know that at any minute you should be coming through the garage door, home from your long day at work. I have poured your favorite liquor over the correct amount of ice. Everything is just as you wish it with dinner being timed to be ready about 20 minutes after you have returned home. The table is set. As soon as he walks out the front door I see some guy walking toward me. He gets close and I step back to let him pass. "Thanks, but I actually wanted to talk to you..if you're okay with that, I mean."I am known for chatting with total strangers and I do it all the time. So I didn't mind that this guy was trying to do that same thing with me. He was a black guy - tall and lean, around my age, and very good looking. "Sure. And hello." We exchanged names and after some mindless opening chatter,. To celebrate this new found courage his indulged his tongue, lapping at her shaven mound finally dipping it into her cleft. As he imagined, she tasted sweeter than honey but with that unforgettable tang of a babe ready, willing and wanting. His tongue wormed its way quickly to her clitoris and as it found it she reacted by letting out a sharp "Oooh". Her hips bucked driving his tongue harder onto her eager button. Roger was an experienced lover, or so he would claim. True, he had had a number.