She looked good, her hair was tidy and she wore a tight grey skirt just below her knees, as usual, it was spring time and quite warm so she wore just ... white buttoned blouse and a grey jacket on top. Her breasts stood out firmly as I viewed her profile and her bottom looked wide inside her tight skirt. Her legs looked like those of a younger woman. Was she wearing any leg wear? Maybe, I couldn't be sure, but I did like her red high heels.I opened the car door from inside and she quickly got in.. "Shit, I must have a name of some sort," he croaked. "Either that or I fell out of the sky."His anger was born out of frustration, and this ... whatever she was ... wasn't making the return of his memory any easier. The fog in his mind just wasn't going to dissipate, which scared and angered him."Okay, I'll call you John until you can remember. Think you can live with that?" she declared."Yeah, I guess it's probably better than 'Hey, you', but not by much," he groused back at her. "Mary Ellen,. " Use their name to keep the focus, say the name with a very tiny hint of content. Everyone loves to hear their name, whether good or bad, but the tone in which it is said is picked up subconsciously he quoted to himself. "I want to come in here and smile, compliment you on your attire and your hard work! Instead I have to chastise you over small insignificant details repeatedly! Why can't we have a normal day without policy and regulations having to be recited?" he quipped. He knew this. The temptation grew and I knew I had to jack off into a pair. I thought I could do it, get them washed and back on the radiator then nobody would know. The perfect crime, and then when I would see her I would imagine she had them on, my man juice rubbing into her bum. Today was the day, I left work early knowing nobody would be in. Got to the front door, cock already throbbing. Down the hall and into the kitchen, I heard nothing. There on the radiator a pair of black cotton knickers. Not the.