I wiggled out of my seat, why, why did I wear the tightest skirt I owned today? It was too hot for stockings so I ditched them as soon as I'd made it ...o my cubical this morning. My amber skin tone blending well with my black pencil skirt and black stilettos. I was 5'8 with heels 5'3 without them. For a second I just stood there, head bowed, fingers crossed, staring at his shinny shoes. "Now!" He sneered. I jumped and fell to my knees immediately, my large round bottom attempting to burst from. With our backs turned we heard the rustles as she took off her underwear, then she asked us how she looked. We both turned round and my mouth dropped as I saw my wife posing in front of us. I could see her lovely breasts and the hard nipples clearly through the sheer material, also the outline of her furry pussy. I could hear Nakul gasp as he took in her loveliness and though she was blushing there was a mischievous gleam in her eyes. I took some more photos and then suggested that she should. Instead she had been chatty, informative and positive. She was being just what he had told her she was: a supportive and loving friend. He realised with a jolt that he reciprocated it. She was more than an employee who willingly put out for him. She made him feel at ease with her and indeed with life. He really did love her even though he was not in love with her. He had to tell her. He tried to plan what he should say but found it impossible. He just had to get it off his chest.He burst out of. That John was an exceptional, intuitive, pilot there was no doubt. That he had experience fighting the Messerschmitt Bf 109, then the feared nemesis of the Red Airforce, was on record. That he also, like any good pilot, could look at an aircraft and evaluate it wasn't always appreciated by those who'd staked their reputations on it. But his opinion couldn't be ignored and, at the end of the day, the young Dr Mikoyan was sent back to the drawing board to redesign the MiG 3. John Greenhaugh had.