Susan retrieved her trousers and started to put them on. 'Have it your way'.'No wait.' Ms Smithson stole a look at me.' He leaves.''No.'Susan knelt an... retrieved an envelope from her bag, tossing it on the desk. 'Every copy is there. It's yours once you show me you're the same as the rest of us. Come on Helen, we're in your territory, your marriage is on the rocks. Are you really that precious?''You'll be history soon anyway Simon.' She took off her jacket and her crisp white blouse followed,. ." she paused. Her eyes widened for just a second, "yours?" Yup. It was great," I claimed with a grin. My hand was resting on Mom's thigh. She had paused when she felt me slide my hand up to just under the hem of her dress, my fingers caressing the inside of her thigh.I had picked dessert carefully. I needed something that required only one hand to eat. Fruit bowl it was.Mom's crème caramel kept both her hands busy, but she almost choked when she felt my hand slide up just a little more, to the. ’ Monica paused for a second. ‘One moment please.’ Back to the background music. Betty looked over at me. She knew something of my money problems. The half conversation intrigued her. I covered the receiver with my hand. ‘They say my mortgage is paid off,’ I told Betty quietly. ‘And you’re arguing?’ Betty returned. I shrugged my shoulders and nodded. Betty laughed. ‘Honesty is not always the best policy.’ I smiled at her humor. ‘They will find the error eventually,’ I countered. If anything,. Once we were alone, my arms wrapped around her waist. I kissed her neck, and she tilted her head exposing more of it. My hands rested on her flat stomach, below her warm soft breasts. I could feel the weight of them pressing on my arms. I cupped one of her globes as my other hand grasped her skirt and dragged it up her legs, exposing her taut thighs. She twisted her body around, pressing herself against me as our lips met. Her breasts pressed into me as my hands grasped her ass, lifting her..