As c***dhood friends we dabbled and fantasied about sex in her grandfathers farm. he had a huge stone floored kitchen where he allowed us to aquaplane...across it, if we dumped and splashed water on it to clean. It was like a shallow pool, with enough water to allow our nubile bodies to skim across the surface in our cotton knickers, which became barely discernible when soaked, as our shapes and form were visible to his naked eye, as we splashed and dived belly first in to the fun.We both knew,. They've been wanting to meet you, too." Maybe next time, okay?" She ruffled the girl’s hair, giving her a smile before breaking off from the rest to go into the dressing room. As always, she changed quickly, slipping into over sized sweats and gym shoes. One last time, she ran her hands through the silky fabric of the dress, admiring the way it shined as the overhead light reflected from it.A gentle high still ran through her. Dancing was her deepest secret, almost a guilty pleasure. Tossing. They were sometimes as asoothing music, that carried him through the dreaming world into thewaking moment. Sometimes they were angry screams, tearing at his mind,suffusing it with madness and pain. They had been twisting his soul for amonth now. Changing him, inside. It was hard to think about. Theywhispered magic, and fueled eldritch powers, like the fade sight, and thewitch fire. They seemed to be teaching him to wield these corruptingpowers, even as they weakened his body. It all came with a. " I glad her desk is between me and her, as my cock is beginning to poke out of the bottom of my shorts. Should've worn underwear.Unclasping her slacks, she slides the zipper down the side if her hip and steps out of them as they fall to the floor. I am completely numb. Here I am on a Sunday morning, wanting to get some work done, sitting in the CFO's office with the door closed watching her do a strip tease for me. The woman who is so square during work hours it's scary... Shit - this is.