Once again I felt hypocritical making platitudes and half-truths while Francine confessed intimate details about her love life with past boyfriends an... her husband. Freed of the guilt she had internalized, she stood and moved around her large, imposing desk. No male could have ever mistaken her intent. We adjourned to a locked conference room. Things progressed rapidly from that point, making lunch pass more swiftly than I would have wished.I spent the afternoon in Brantwell's office in the. Her deep brown eyes. Such a hot body. And that pencil skirt! Fuck!She was a practiced seductress. It was transparent to me. But then again, was it so bad, being seduced?"Cancel the weekend trip. Promise it's off, and you can have me, just this one time."She thought about that. "Brenda will be so sad. Why do you girls want to cancel it so badly?"Every so often her French accent sounded real. It did that time."We have our reasons. Will you do it? Do you promise?" Just one time?" Just once." But I. The instant he laid eyes upon her, some instinct had kicked in that would not quit until they had mated.Mated? From where had that word come? Given the choice he would not have had sex with jailbait."You aren't human are you?" she asked with an intense stare.The question took his breath away, making him gasp.She reached up to stroke his jaw. "You are something more, superman, maybe."Her words reverberated in his brain for a moment. Hunter couldn't stop himself. Almost without thinking he. " I could feel her tits pressing against me under that canvas-like material or whatever they make those industrial strength brasfrom. Her tits felt hot and soft against my chest. I already had aboner. "They're still growing?" I asked. My voice squeaked. "I hopethey don't explode." She leaned back and actually smiled a bit. "Don't be a knob." "I'm not a knob. You're a knob." I pushed her (carefully, atthe shoulder) and she pushed me back harder, so I pushed her again andshe fell over and she.