. , I don't want anyone else to see me," Molly said now becoming embarrassed at what she had agreed to do.Upon release, the white table napkin floated...down slowly. Molly deeply embarrassed, hoping no one was looking—spread her luscious thighs wide open.Pulling her dress higher she held her shapely thighs open for a few moments. When Kelly didn't come up from beneath the table she wondered, what is she doing?Suddenly Molly felt warm silky fingers sliding along her hungry white thighs. She gave a. It wasn’t worth the risk to be late for the interview. My navy skirt was tight. I hadn’t planned on that little bit of joyous news. It was my only real interview suit. The one that said ‘organized and driven.’ I should have tried it on a week ago. The dreaded mirror had warned me about my waist and I chose to ignore the bitch. Now I had to pay the price. I slipped the skirt back off and carefully tried to stretch the waist band. I went around the whole band pulling it in little sections,. I felt his erection pressing against my ass. Then heturned me around to look at him. He tangled his hand in my hair and kisses me.This kiss wasn't like last night. Harder, more demanding, like he was forcingme to see that he was right. And I definately knew he had a great point. Thefeel of him kissing me, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, made me moan. Ifelt his hands on my ass.Then he was lifting me onto the counter. He pressed against me hard, rubbinghis cock against my pussy through our. I spent some time in the silo—the sacred space—just working on forms and centering myself. I was still processing all that I had learned from TK the night before."You look very at peace while you are doing that," a voice said from the door. I turned to face George's mom. She was a psychologist and had been my counselor back in the days when I'd rescued Rhonda and brought her home. She really helped get me through some tough times. I knew that Rhonda still talked to her by phone ever so.