The sales director who ‘seduced’ her was about fifteen years older than us and it turned out that all of her department knew about what had happen...d even though I remained blissfully unaware until her confession. I now recount what she told me…~~~It was Christmas Eve, and on the walk back to the office to an impromptu party from a lunch where the wine had flowed, her supervisor warned her not to be surprised if one of the directors asked her ‘for a Christmas kiss and a bit more.’ Her prediction. I was afraid she would want to talk and I couldn't face that. Why, oh why had I moved my hand? Why couldn't I leave well enough alone? If I had kept still, it would have been all on her, but no, I had to rub her pussy. What a dumb fuckwad!Dinner was much like breakfast except Lisa seemed to twig that something was up between Mom and me. She didn't say anything but I knew she would be in my room like a dirty shirt soon enough to get the skinny on what was going on. I stayed in the living room to. It won't be too long before itis winter again, and I think that will be a change from France." We have snow in France, but not much. Does it get very deep here?" No, in this part of Ontario the snow will come for a few days, but thenno more for many days. Not like in the north where it might pile up intodeep drifts. This is the warmest part of Canada." Come on, Larissa," Rachael said. "Let me give you the grand tour of thehouse. It will only take a minute. Do you want to come too, Danny?" Yes. ”“Or?” She couldn’t let him stop there.“How would you like to go for a walk?” How would she like that? He was already more important to her than the dance was, and talking while the records were playing meant shouting in her girly voice, and she didn’t want to drop that.“With you? I’d like that.” And if he found them a hidden place on their walk to make out a little, she would like that, too. Where? Well, he was the student. Her experience, and damned little experience it was, had been in her.