" She can come too." But you might not like her." If you two get on I don't see why I shouldn't but I can see she might not necessarily like me." We'r... not alike. She's very quiet and shy." All right. Have a chat with her and bring her round for supper tonight and then you can work it out between you after that." We can't do that. I told you. I'm working tonight." And I told you to ring in sick. They won't sack you. You're much too attractive and, as I said, I'll make up the money you'll lose.. Yes, I thought as I watched my wife take his rod in her mouth, we make our own luck up to a point. When was I going to get off my ass and start making mine again?Damn, she looked good. She glanced across at me, her big brown eyes in that perfect face, framed by hair that swayed with her movements, her brown lips wrapped tight around his stiff pasty white rod.It was, as always, fantastic and terrible. Beautiful, like an avalanche, but terrible, knowing I was standing helpless in its path.That. May I? He started to reach out to grab my left breast and I motioned closer to him to let him know that it was more than okay with me. The feel of his masculine hand on my breast sent me over the top and all of the self control I had completely disappeared. I went right for his shirt and just started popping the buttons off, exposing his muscular body. Just as I suspected, a perfect 6 pack of abs. I then went for his pants. I unbuckled his pants and slid them off along with his boxers. And. Normally we seemed to have only caucassian females, but it was not long after I started, that I met coworkers from other places. There were Indian coworkers, Asians, latinas and of course black woman too. Especially my direct colleague. Her name was Nancy and she had to be a descendant of a goddess. Always wearing red lipstick, Skirts or dresses that comforted her well formed body perfectly and sometimes I could swear that her chocolate brown legs were a tint darker from stockings. I always.