I turn in my seat to face you and remove my seatbelt. Sunglasses still on because I want the mystery of looking into your eyes without you catching mi...e. Locking eyes always speeds up the passion and I hope to make this take forever.I slowly remove my shirt, watching you catch side glances and trying to pay attention to the road. I have a purple lace bra on today. From my younger days, it pumps my breasts up very nicely for you to see with or without a shirt on. I trace my fingers around the. It wasn’t long before it became apparent that Mary was sloshed. She said she wanted to go home, but Mallory and I were concerned about her driving. It was decided that I would drive Mary home in her car. Mallory would follow and bring me back to her house and my car. Mary was acting quite sensual and became quite touchy-feely. But I wasn’t ready to get involved with my boss and I did not want her to regret anything the next day. We got to her house and she walked in without inviting us in. I. ” Her next words sounded a little rushed. “I think I should get in the shower and to bed.”“Don’t you want me to do your shoulders?”“Not tonight,” she said as she swung her legs over the edge of the couch. “Goodnight.”Crestfallen, I nodded. “Night.”My disappointment mingled with a touch of panic as she quickly walked to the bathroom without our goodnight kiss. She also forgot her bra on the end table and her heels beneath the coffee table in front of the couch.Did I go too far? Does she. So when we went home for the Christmas break, I expected everything to be just like it was before we had left.But it wasn’t.Some things were the same. My parents treated me just like they had before I left. That meant just like I was still in high school.I had Chrissy drop me off at home first, because we had agreed she got her father first. I was supposed to come over the next day.But my parents couldn’t understand why, when I “lived with Chrissy” at college, I needed to spend any time with.