In it, is a single piece of paper, which reads: “Alex, It’s about time we stop pretending and just get on with it. We both know this is what we...want. Why keep beating around the bush. Just let go. Signed , X” X? Who the hell is X? Is this some kind of joke someone is pulling on me? I look around my little cubical, waiting for someone to start laughing, but no one does. I fold the letter and stuff it in my purse. I have too much work to do, to over-think this. It is hard not to think. Knowing that I wanted his touch not mine. ‘Stop’, he said. I stopped just as my finger found the top of my lips. He moved to the bed and firmly pulled me to the edge keeping my legs fully spread, he knelt between my spread legs and breathed in the heady aroma. I wanted to tear my panties off. I wanted him to tear my panties off. I felt his hot breath on my wet pussy. My clit was throbbing now. I felt his lips brush against my swollen lips, his tongue now teasing me through the drenched. Before I could even get used to it, he was banging his legs against my hips, and filling my ass with his sticky jizz. Aunt Sandy wasn’t quite finished. She had quite the diabolical mind. She told Louise to stop stroking daddy’s cock, and to step away from the chair. She instructed Isaiah and Hannibal to tilt the chair over, so daddy’s head was on the floor, and his legs were up in the air. This would give my father a “better view” of the grand finale, she explained. I was kind of confused at. Its my birthday today”…Hey that’s great…Many happy returns of this day…I wished her, so what the program for today evening ??? I asked, “Nothing….just go home have dinner then go to sleep…that’s all, nothing exciting….there’s no one to celebrate with”…..that’s not fair, its such a special day for you & you sound so down….let’s celebrate, i’ll take you out for dinner, lets celebrate your birthday tonight”… she hesitantly agreed….we worked for a while more…I could see the excitement on Purvi’s.