After three weeks of progressively more daring attire being chosen by Paul and my casual Friday attire becoming practically obscene, I received a call...from HR that they wanted to see me.“I suppose you are wondering why you were called into the office today, Alex?” the HR representative said as she looked though a file I assumed was mine.“Yes Miss Blakley. I have never been called here before.” I said with my legs demurely crossed, the tops of my stockings visible beneath the hem of my short. It was a contest as to which of the couples were the most on edge. Sharon was more nervous with her, they had been told, new daughter, than they had EVER been, when waiting for George to come. Tod was almost as nervous as William. He was going to be Daddy for the fourth time, but it was just as nerve wracking. The other 3 of their offspring were living with Grandpa and Grandma Breen, so they wouldn't have to be moved in the night, possibly. THEY didn't mind a bit. Gramma ALWAYS had treats for. Uncle Roger was even worse than his Dad. He and Aunt Heather had no k**s, and he hadn't seen Uncle Roger smile or laugh once. The only saving grace was Aunt Heather. She had a kindly face and especially when Uncle Roger was not around her eyes would take on this mischievous twinkle as she teased him about his girlfriends, or lack thereof.She moved closer and held his length in her left hand; it's thick mass hot and pulsating, while she gently examined the skin around the ring. There was no way. Picturing himself spraying his load all over Brittany's face and tits forced him to finally blow. "Oooooh fuck yes!" he cried out as his seed shot from his throbbing dick. "Ooooh yes. Fuck yeah, Brittany!" he exclaimed.There was silence.His dick was still shooting out cum, but Samantha didn't say a word. Justin had heard his mistake the minute he had said it. He could picture himself attempting to swallow the words as they formed, but they just flew out of reach and hung in the air above their.