" For a moment she looked ready to break down again, but she shook her head sharply. "Anyhow, I should have remembered your name right." I'm sorry, di... you lose someone close to you?" I guessed."No," she said. "Or yes, in a way. Maybe. I'm not sure, really, you know? That's why I'm here, trying to figure it out. But I'm not getting anywhere." Umm ... would talking it out to somebody else help?" I asked. I'd encountered this one before, at work, programmers who'd got stuck on difficult bits of. The phone rang; it was my husband calling from this far city. We talked for a few minutes and I said I needed to finish getting dressed for going to my office. Victor said he should have been here to pound my hot pussy before I left for work. He asked me whether I was wet now and I said that my pussy lips were red and swollen after masturbating myself inside the shower.My horny hubby said that his cock was as hard as a steel bar and he was dreaming about pushing me down onto our bed and shoving. ..not until that night...until this moment. Nanci pressed her body on top of Jen's and began running her hands all over her body. Her long sleek fingers made their way under her shirt and worked their way underneath her bra. Jen's body twitched and trembled under her touch, sending electric shocks up and down her spine.Soon, they were removing each other's clothing. Nanci kissed her harder and harder with each piece of fabric that was removed from their young and trembling bodies. They stared. “Claire says you might be amenable to satisfying my little peccadilloes,” she said.“You might say that,” I agreed, while thinking that ‘peccadilloes’ was something Claire would never say.“Where and when?” she asked.“We use the Cleaning Manager’s office in the basement. It’s not marked, so it’s probably best if I meet you at the elevator doors. Since it’s Friday, I’ve got a couple of hours work to do later on, putting machines into hibernation for the weekend. If we say around two, that allows.