Stepping into it, I slowly pulled theskirt up to my waist. As soon as the button at the waist band had beenfastened and the zipper pulled up, I did a ...ittle swish to make my skirtswirl around my legs.For today, I was going to wear a pink polo shirt. I still enjoy the factthat a blouse buttons opposite from a boy's shirt. Wonder why that is. Nomatter. With the blouse on and buttoned up, I lifted my skirt to tuck inthe blouse and pull it down. I had discovered some time ago that when ablouse is. "Be serious for a minute, kid. When did you and Tommy do it?" Stop calling me a kid, John. You're an hour older than me! And besides, I'm a woman now," she said cheekily."When?" Last month." Well, then I've still got you beat. I did it with Annabeth Turnbull last year." What? No way. She's like four feet tall!" (It was closer to five, in truth). "She couldn't take a -- a cock like that! It's too long, and too thick, and --" she trailed off, and they stared at each other in silence for a moment,. I’ve jerked off thinking about her, of course. I suspect Kristine knew this, too. I was very much under her spell.After dinner, there were drinks in the lounge. I was talking to a couple of other colleagues when Kristine came and sat in a big leather chair just across from me. She sipped her drink and looked at me, nodded, but said nothing. Instead, she leaned back, caressed her fishnet clad thighs, and crossed her legs, and dangled her shoe from her left foot. Oh, those cute feet of hers. She. Gone? We have no one else!" She whispered softly, finally breaking down and crying softly into the phone. She was still easier to talk to than Kim, however, bless both their little hearts. I knew her 'we have no one else' remark didn't mean I was their last choice. It meant I was special.All of my girls knew exactly what to do; Amy just got to it first. I heard her softly talking to my Dad on the phone, arranging, among other things as I was to find out later, for a helicopter to pick us up and.