“Sorry, got to get back to work,” and quickly walked out of the break room, leaving my half-finished coffee behind.I sat at my desk wondering why ... didn’t just say no thanks. I left it open that I might actually consider going out with a married man over fifteen years my junior.Peter asking me out was all I could think about when I got home that night. I thought about talking to John, but he was watching a ball game. But it felt awkward to approach him about my sex life face to face.The game. Samantha went into the bathroom to try on the dress, but I didn't think anything of it until I heard Mandy say, "Oh good night! I can't let you go to the dance looking like that! You'll come home from the dance married, or worse. Look at this Aaron. Don't you think this is too much cleavage for an eighth grader to be showing?"I turned my head, and sure enough, Samantha's breasts were bulging out of the top of her strapless dress. I didn't know what I could manage to say with out getting myself. She studied it and then stroked it gently. She finished undressing. Then she asked: ‘What about my second question?’ I said: ‘Scoot down.’ She moved down on the sofa and I moved to the floor, kneeling between her legs. Her pubic hair was jet black and was relatively sparse. Her outer lips were large, somewhat puffy. Her inner lips were also rather large. Very beautiful. I spread her lips with my fingers. I found a partially intact hymen. It appeared to cover about half of the opening. I. ” “I don’t make it a habit of bumping into beautiful woman, myself,” Em laughed. “I’m sure you could find a way to make it up to me,” the stranger offered, as she noticeably looked Em up and down. “Of course. Please let me make you dinner. Or we could grab a bite? At the bar next door?” “Let’s head to the bar,” the mystery woman responded. It was at this moment Em realized she was still in her work clothes. Her cropped hair underneath her FD hat made it easy for strangers to mistake her for a.