I move around in front of him and straddle him, taking his face in my hands and kissing him first lightly but then deeply. I feel his hands come up t... my back, then move down to my ass, grabbing it with lusty desire. With my hand I move one of his hands to my breast, and help him squeeze it…hard. He moans, his body relaxing and giving in….and I can feel his cock harden through his jeans and my panties, against my moist pussy. Everyone else is watching, eyes heavy, mouths open, each man lost. You can say it. Be proud ofthe beautiful girl you are." Okay," Alex replied.Jamie hugged him again before she said, "Now, who's that pretty girl?" Me," Alex replied, struggling not to blush while he heard some of thegirls in the changing room snickering at his expense.With the statement made, he was allowed to retreat into his dressingroom stall to try on the next dress. As Alex changed out of the dress,he heard his Aunt telling a few of the women about what he and hisbrother had said to her. I knew what was going on, but couldn’t say anything. I think Marcia understood the dynamic as well. The teens apparently wanted something to happen between Marcia and me.After they disappeared down the hallway, Marcia laughed. “They’re matchmaking.”“I apologize. They were a little blatant. I think they mean well. They know you’re the only person I’ve gone out with socially in well over a year, so I think they feel sorry for me. Heck, it’s actually been closer to three years. The teens and I. Whatever.- - - 5 Months Ago - - -"Mr. Adams." Yes?" Oh God. It was what's-her-face from Internal Audit. Ming Nguyen. She raked me over the coals last audit. The next audit is months away, what's she doing here? She's not my favorite person. Actually, she's nobody's favorite person.She closed my office door. Great. It's so bad we can't let anyone else hear."Mr. Adams," her ugly mouth said again. She's not a pretty woman. "I understand you are divorced."Uh... what the hell? "Right, about a month.