"Let's see if you match." Letting go of the dress it dropped to the ground. "Fuck me." he gasped as she stood there un-ashamed in matching panties. He...wasted no time and bending down he ran his hands up her legs and over her hips.She let out a gasp as her whole body shuddered.Gripping the edge of the panties, he pulled them down and held them as she stepped out of them.Maxine could barely breathe as his hands slid back up her legs making them tremble and when they found their way to her pussy. My face gave me away. James suddenly realised there was a young slut under a well cut navy blue dress and I could tell he didn’t give a shit about the look of the workplace now. Jason caught up too. What is it about sexual opportunity, the glint in a woman’s eye and guys going into instant cock led overdrive? I hadn’t realised how well located we were to get it off immediately. The cat was out of the bag or updating it, pimping the expression, my pussy was about to be knickers free. I sidled. ‘She’s just going to cheat on him again,’ were fifty percent of the comments. ‘Toss the bitch to the curb,’ became the only real solution that mattered. When I did, as they say, ‘toss the bitch to the curb and got my revenge,’ I was a hero but only to a point. In a few of my stories the husband or boy friend took it to the next level and got way more than his pound of flesh. I was then an asshole or demented for making the husband unlikeable, he was supposed to be the victim. I couldn’t win so. I was lost in thought about how wonderful they must look when you finally noticed that I kept staring at your chest. You gently folded your arms across your chest and told me that it was at 6. I guess my staring embarrassed you a little and I noticed that your face was a little flushed so I quietly apologized saying, “I am sorry, I had forgotten what a beautiful and caring person looks like, please don’t think any less of me.” You told me not to worry about it and started to walk away.You.