Probably sitting at home with Oliver watching teatime TV and dreaming up more romantic advice for me to follow blindly. My 15-year-old daughter? I’m...coming home fantasizing about her? My heart murmured in condemnation and my wife stared at me disapprovingly and I stared back and Emily stared at me enticingly.* * *Looking in the bathroom mirror later that evening, my face became transparent, obscured by feeling and fantasy. Instead of my own reflection, I saw another, more perfect. Paul guided me over to a large widow and we stood looking at the nice view, it was dark out but was still nice, I said how good it was and he replied but not as lovely as you, his hand had moved around my back again and he was touching my bare shoulders,He moved closer and before I could think about it we were kissing, it wasn't the crude slobbering kind just very slow and intimate which had me totally aroused.I was so engrossed I had not heard the door open, I felt another pair of hands on me. His eyes seemed to focus on my cleavage, I was wearing a tight electric blue dress that sat just above the knee and the v in the neck line plunged down to my breasts which were sat up in part due to the fact I’m lucky they are still pert and part due to my bra.“you’re looking good today Emma, that lovely blonde hair is striking against your dress” Abram spoke looking me in the eye “it will be good to get more acquainted over drinks” his eyes didn’t steer away from mine once, unusually I blushed. "uh... yeah. I... just... It's okay. I'll be okay. Just go back up to work. I'll be up in..." Jennifer quivered."... in about a half hour." I finished her sentence for her smiling." you sure hon?" on asked frowning me down."yeah." She said in a defensive voice. The woman glared at me, but went back into the building just the same.Me and Jennifer were soon behind some dumpsters. I wondered if she would do as I said without her her secretary co-worker there to order her. That sure was a freaky.