Renée leaned into my embrace and I watched her close up the carrying case with power cord, network cable and a couple of CD jewel cases. I had to ask...about the dress, "Does this come with a leather bodice?"I could see her smile at the edge of my vision. "No. Why do you ask?" I told her about the dream and how she reminded me of it. "Mmm, I'd like to find one," she returned while rubbing my cheek with hers. Then she pulled away and held up the carrying case to me.I was astonished. I knew she was. I began to imagine her on her knees right now in front of me. I played through the scenario in my head. Surely if she was willing to milk Karl's cock simply for driving her home, she would work wonders for a boss who offered her the bigger things. A glut of mental images pounded through my head. I thought of face fucking her as she knelt before me, her chin soaked with her own spit and the mascara running from her large blue eyes. I thought of pushing her onto my desk, pulling those tight. One of her arms was around my neck while the other forced her way into my shorts to reveal my rock hard dick. Her hand wrapped around it and stroked it. “Be careful, I don't want it to go off in thin air!” We tugged away at each others underwear exposing us to each other. “Leave the garter belt on, it won't be in the way,” she quickly said as she lay on her back. I rose up on my knees to admire this wondrous mature body offered to me. Mom pulled her legs up and spread them wide open ...I. I did not hide my figure. You could not miss the fact I had a smackable ass. Thighs that would smother you, if your head were between them. I loved tight clothes that made my full figure feel even more beautiful. Pulling my short skirt up, revealing my thick thighs, and baring my trimmed pussy. I raked my nails against the short, wiry curls on my mound. 'Are you thinking about how much you want to fuck me. Stroke your cock, slut. Wishing it was me straddling you and rubbing my pussy against.