Liz, I've never seen you eat that much food."I smile and answer, "I guess you might be the only one that doesn't know - I'm eating for two."Mabel grin... and says, "You're wrong about that, Gretchen told everyone the good news. But where's Bernie so I can congratulate him?"I frown at Mabel and complain, "Men! What is it about them that they think they own you?"Mabel's face displays shock while she continues, "Don't tell me, you two had a little lover's spat."I correct, "Spat hell! Bernie gave me. The closeup had a message from Laney: "Can you believe this is all he has?Not much of a man, so decided to see how he works as a woman." I always kinda thought he had short-man complex," said April, mypersonnel director. "I just wasn't sure what was causing it!" The womenwere helpless with laughter.Brenda stopped working for a moment and picked up her own phone. "I wantthat too!" she said. "I'm asking her for it." Like April, she read outloud as she typed: "Can I have a copy? Is it secret or ok. I guess they did have lives also and needed to take care of work too. I'm not really sure if I was disappointed or relieved, maybe a little of both. The end of last week was quite the whirlwind.Wednesday morning I came into work, dressed as I had been instructed for my presentation at Code Genetics.I was wearing a dark grey suit: a single black button jacket with black lapel accents, a short form-fitting skirt that came to mid-thigh, a light pink, sheer, button-up blouse, no bra, pink lace. I reached down with both hands to spread those firm cheeks that were noticeably lighter in tone than your bronze back, and then you raised up slightly to open yourself completelyto me, and I sank myself deep within your warm, soft darkness.My thrusting was uncontrollable as my balls slapped hardagainst your clit, and with one hand you reached up to squeeze your dangling tits while your moans turned to wordsthat served to fan my flames of passion to a mounting inferno.I felt the muscles around.