Why not….You could guide me, but you also have to show me what you are going to be dressed in…We are going to change in here in this room only and...not using the bathroom she added….I have to agree…Well i will be seeing her changing in front of me…We started my music box to get the environment, and i was standing still, like a statue, thinking what I should do now….She broke the ice and said well we should help each other in changing clothes, and by saying this she pulled my t shirt off. It was. Tom smiled lopsidedly and nodded. "Later," he said.That remark might have been prescient as almost immediately Clive walked in."Good morning, Tom," he said cheerfully completely ignoring Susie. "I'd have thought your plans for the Scottish project should be about ready by now." Yes, they are, Clive. I was going to come and see you in a few minutes to show them to you and see what you wanted to do next." Great. We'll have a meeting at eleven with all the other section heads, give them a going. Soon i felt her stomach tremble as she brought both her thighs close really hard and held my hand tight and whispered ‘stop’. she gasped for air like she came from underwater. took my hand out and rubbed it on her lips and kissed me.She said ‘my hands are very cold, i want to put them somewhere warm’ in my ear. and she reached for my jeans. she hurried with the button and unzipped me. i felt the strain of my hard on loosen up as she pulled my jeans down. my cock head was shooting up from inside. Bits and pieces came back to me from that dream. Red hair. Milky white breasts. Hands in my hair. A gift. "crazy dream" I thought, tossing my shirt on. The routine began, as it always does, with the pies. Before I was even done with them, a familiar voice said "Hey Mike. How you doing tonight?". "Pretty good. Same shit..." Different day." she giggled. "I thought you were off tonight, Marsha. Need some last second milk? Eggs? Or the usual Italian loaf?" Nope. I'm here to say, thank you." came.