He glanced at me, showing a bit ofdispleasure on his face. I assumed it was because I wasn't wearing a low-cut top like he expected, but I decided to ...e cheerful and act as if Isaw nothing wrong."Good morning, Mr. Poston. How are you?"He merely nodded and grunted a hello as he passed by me, unlocked hisoffice door, and went in. I decided to follow up, to try to get on hisgood side by being as helpful as possible. So I stood up, smoothed out mydress, and followed him. He was putting his. . . What firm, smooth, white flesh is here! . . . How delicately shaped! . . . Then this delicious down! Oh! let me view the small, dear, tender cleft! . . . This is too much, I cannot bear it! . . . I must . . . I must . . ." Here she took my hand and carried it to her own cavity and guided my hand to easily received it. What a difference in the state of the same thing, a spreading thicket of bushy curls marking the full-grown, complete woman. As soon as she felt my hand within her, she moved. Her back arched, and she began making those little whimpering sounds that mean she has crossed over into that perfect world of lust and extreme pleasure from which only orgasm can release her.I couldn't see Amanda's pussy from where I was sitting, but I KNEW she would be shockingly aroused by now. Her labia would be all plump and glowing.It was as if Clarice had heard my thoughts, for she turned and smiled at me. She saw how my hand was moving inside my jeans and gave me a look that just melted. When he didn't say or do anything except stand there looking at her, she slowly looked up at him. Swallowing her nervousness, she said, "Please make love to me."In many ways, this was not a new situation for Andrew. Most of the women who had been part of the project had presented themselves to him in that same fashion. They knelt in front of the door expecting to suck him off and, in most cases, end up with a facial. Although he had never explicitly thought about it, this was an act that.