I sighed at the emptiness of the apartment and of my life. I headed straight for the computer as always. Time to check the old E-mail, lots of the usu...l stuff, a few TG-alerts, a couple of new stories, Vickie Tern's Chat Log.Everything seemed normal. Until I hit the 3pm entry. It was from Mindy. The heading was "Don't read Story 2000!" after that, nothing. I quickly double clicked the icon, but the rest of the letter was completely trashed.I didn't know what was going on, but it just wasn't. Before she could stop herself, Jan moaned out loudly, scaring herself that somebody might have heard. To keep from moaning out again, she grabbed her suit jacket lying nearby. She bit into the sleeve to stifle her moans. She continued to moan and whimper as the tongue worked her clit over and the fingers delved into the depths of her pussy. She felt herself nearing the edge. So could her lover, who went from licking her clit to sucking on it. It would be pulled deeply between her lover’s lips. I heard the water running and imagine him taking a shower. After maybe five or ten minutes later the water stopped flowing and he came out.My eyes had grown used to the dark and I could see that he had a towel and proceeded to dry himself. Soon I was able to tell that he had the biggest cock I had ever seen, bigger than my stepdad, and was fully erect. He knew I was looking at him, although I tried not to be too obvious or make him think I was interested. My pulse was racing as he took the. I got home with about twenty minutes to spare and quickly changed mystockings and shoes as Jane had suggested. I checked my appearance inthe mirror and had to agree that Jane?s choice of outfit was perfect.The blouse was very feminine indeed and combined with the smart blackskirt and lace patterned stockings, made me feel very girlish. Not tomention the Janet Reger lingerie I was wearing underneath. I quicklyfetched my make up bag and touched up my mascara and lipstick, alsoapplying a fresh.