I laid back. “Michael, you are making me dizzy… you are really getting to me,” I said brazenly. I wanted to encourage him. I wanted him to know ... was receptive. I could feel the gusset of my panties growing wetter from my lubrication. I wondered if Michael could pick up any scent emanating from my secretions? Could he smell my growing arousal? I could not help rocking me hips slightly as my arousal grew and grew. I tried to lie still, but I could not completely control the movement of my hips.. We were quite poor to afford dresses though by gods grace food was on table. This is wierd but true as i My underwear used to go missing at times. Much later i knew the true reason. One day morning after bath my underwear was missing. i was furious and was rummaging the draws. I asked if anyone knew it and all including my widowed mother and sister were quiet.I left for school without it. I suspected that my sister was using it. I thought so because she had that wicked smile which i see on her. He was with the company for two years and was a very hard worker and pretty much got along with everyone in the company. It was a fairly pleasant place to work for except for Jason’s supervisor Lisa Jones. Lisa was a beautiful 40 yr old mother of two teenagers. She kept herself in shape with regular workouts in the company gym and watching what she ate. She had reddish blonde hair to the middle of her back and beautiful green eyes. Her legs and her butt were toned from regular runs on the. Her veil covered her whole head, draping across her shoulders and cleavage and she carried a bouquet of white and pink flowers, with a few purple flowers here and there for a splash of vibrancy. The same flowers lined the aisle on plinths and more petals were strewn across a white carpet that had been laid down over the field.Our friends and families were seated on plastic, folding chairs. I had spent the last week talking to all our guests on the phone, making sure that there wouldn't be any.