After about 30 minutes there was a knock on the door I went to answer it was our neighbour Barbra asking if I would mind changing a light bulb for her... now Barbra is around 47 three k**s no husband he left a few years earlier quite slim not bad looking with very nice 38c breasts a pair I have often fancied playing with, actually got a feel of them once when I put a snowball down her top and into her Bra when we were having a snowball fight she is a fun loving woman. We have had her round at our. Angela and I had lunch together, in my private dining room, I might add. She was appropriately impressed when my personal secretary asked if we would be taking lunch in and then picking up her ever present phone and giving orders for our meal.I liked her.She looked tough and seasoned. Her name was Naomi Richards. There wasn’t a bit of phony that I could detect, and when I spoke, she listened and made things happen.She’d stay.It wasn’t twenty minutes later that the Under Secretary appeared with. "For starters, can you purge the happy juice from out of Janice? We're walking at a crawl down the sides of a nearly pitch black freaking pyramid when we need to be getting our asses running, very fast and very far away! Even the dimmest priest or guard down there has now figured out that tonight's sacrifice has been terminated with extreme prejudice, and they're now gathering up all of their friends and butt boys with sharp objects to get the curtain back up on their show!" Can't do that .... He was trying to look into my eyes but I could not look at him, he realized this and preoccupied his eyes with my breasts. I know I'm not very endowed, but big enough to be fondled, a little more than a handful. I've noticed most conversations that I've had lately have turned to sex. I'm becomming more of a sexual being, masturbating nightly and thinking of my favorite internet porn picture. We started talking about virginity and I told him I was still an innocent little girl when it came to.