Today, Karen had added a touch of perfume which Bob was hoping would go unnoticed. When he entered his office he found a single pink carnation on his...desk with a card addressed to 'Missy'. He opened the card and nearly broke into tears as it was signed by each of the women in his department. He knew that his life at work would be changed forever. When he accessed his e:mail he found a message from Carol that had a required reply attachment. The message simply read "Missy, what color are. ..oh look...see she came...you can see her juices dribbling down his shaft." I truly had no idea what to say, caught red handed by the very temptress that caused my problem in the first place. She stood there dressed in a sheer blue teddy judging by the wet spot in front of her panties she had been anticipating this. "If you were not dressed like a 5 dollar hooker tonight, I would be upstairs sleeping in my bed." I told her this in a defiant tone almost justifying what I knew was to pass. "Why. He had a very small bush, I pulled his shorts and boxers down lower and his huge cock popped out extremely fast as it was as hard as a brick. I leaned over and took my first stab at sucking dick. There was a sweet taste to Jeff’s penis, probably the taste of his precum I thought to myself. I slowly began making a rhythm going up and down on his 9 inch rod. Jeff was still sucking on me and slid my shorts all the way off. I got on the bed on top of him and continued to suck him off as he. But when Samantha realized that it was wrong, then she interrupted Ron and Cindy. Ron didn’t come out of his room all day and Samantha was trying to forget the view of her son’s hard cock and the moans of Cindy. Samantha served the dinner in a plate and went to Ron’s room. The door wasn’t locked and Samantha didn’t feel the need to knock. She went in the room and Ron was lying in his bed. Samantha didn’t look at Ron and just put down the plate on a table near the bed. Samantha felt like Ron.