”“No,” I lied. I was very aware of my panties, which at the moment were wrapped around my knees. Very nonchalantly, while Lisa leafed through th... book, I propped my chin on my hand, pretending I was looking at it too, and with my other hand under the table, I tried to work my panties down my legs, but they were too tangled up, and they wouldn’t drop.Lisa had the book open to a drawing of a vagina that had all the parts labeled. She traced one finger around what was called the labia, and then. Sylvia was, on a good day incompetent. On bad days, which were common, she was a disaster. I began hinting to Judy that Sylvia needed counseling on choosing another profession. At first Judy seemed open to my suggestions, she even discussed finding Sylvia a new position with fewer responsibilities. I should have realized that she was trying to protect her, but I was more worried about the company and my division succeeding. I was Judy's senior assistant, I was just doing my job.Then, just the. I’m just a man, after all.She grabbed Alice’s stuff and opened the door for me out to my bedroom. I checked on the drunken wife; she had moved from her back to now laying on her side, and she snored softly. Okay then. I scooped Alice up and away we went.I tiptoed to Alice’s room while Melanie tromped hard behind me. She slipped past me in the hallway and went ahead to turn on the lights and turn down Alice’s bed. I gently laid her down on her side in what is called “The Recovery Position”.. Blake run to answer it. He opened the door to reveal a cock-hardening sight. There stood a girl, teetering precariously on deep red spike heels. She wore a pair of what they used to call hot pants — several sizes too small. They not only revealed the enticing curves of her ass underneath, they also loudly proclaimed the shape and wetness of the girl’s pussy. Her midriff was bare. Blake’s eyes wandered up toward her chest. She wore a sort of half-t-shirt. It was molded to her bust like a second.