Afterseveral drinks, I was getting a slight buzz and much more relaxed in myfeminine role. Inebriation boosted my confidence so much so that I evenplu...ked up the courage to fix my lipstick and take a much needed pissin the ladies room. Eric chatted with me as if I were a real date and Idid my best to answer as if I were a real woman. Happily sated after acouple of hours, we declared the outing a success and walked hometogether laughing at how we had fooled everyone. I had survived my. The no holds barred communication has pushed our thoughts and dreams to new levels we never really experienced. So when we do fuck and suck and probe and tease and bite and drink each other up, well I can only hope we meet each others expectations. Luckily both having a sense of humour should allow us to work through any post coitus awkwardness.We work together although different departments and we hardly ever see each other but text frequently. There have been many stories written in the. We did everything together as I was growing up; we even took baths or showers together from time to time together. Since dad was always working I spent almost every night in bed with mom snuggled closed to her. I would always remember the scent of mom as I snuggled closed to her during those bad thunder storms. Mom would always tuck me in close to her body and I could feel her breathing in my ear. I always felt so safe in my mom’s arms. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and mom. Molly knew what she was doing.“Oh God Molls, I’d love to feel you, tickle that tender pale skin of yours, but. . .”“No buts daddy. Please feel me. I want to know what it’s like for my own flesh and blood to touch me. I want to know I please you.”“Seeing you like this is pleasing enough, Molls.”“Not enough for me, daddy. I want you to run your hands across my naked body. I want to give myself to you. Come on daddy, let me feel your touch.”I had too. I could not avoid it any longer. I stood up.