He sat down, his magnificent erection pointing up proudly. I moved to straddle him, then reached down for his cock and lowered onto it. “Please can ...I see your tits?” he asked, and I nodded, taking off my jumper, paused with him buried deep inside me. He reached around and unclasped my bra, then stroked and kissed my breasts while I started to ride him. It felt wonderful, So wonderful that I had my first orgasm quite quickly. And then another. My legs were a little tired by then but his hard. He smiled and licked his lips. “Harry,” I said, “this is Amanda. Can you finish the interview for me? I’ve got to go down and see the Wilson people.” “Sure, boss,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt. An hour later, when I got back to my office, she was sitting where she had been, dressed and looking amused I guess. “I met Harry and Jim and some guy called Smiley I think. They all told me to tell you I was hired.” “Good,” I said. “Let’s go to lunch.” “Little early.” She looked at her watch. “OK,” I. We agreed never to mention it again. Oh, if only she’d known that she had it all along, we could have put it all behind us.” He was desperately weeping by that time and I was afraid the old man would have a heart attack right there on the phone and I’d have another estate to settle.“Is there a story behind it?” I asked.“Oh yes, a story,” he said. It seemed that was the right thing to ask because he settled right in and started relating the most improbable tale I’d ever heard.“Back before the. “Luckily for you, lady, because nobody would have seen you banner”, she continued.“Oh thank you for coming”, gushed Marjorie as she hugged her friend, taking in a whiff of her subtle perfume.“You smell nice”, she told the Italian.“I know”, answered Yolanda with a smile. “Now LOOK at you”, she cried out, putting her hands on Marjorie’s shoulders and holding her at arm’s length so she could have a better look.“I’m so used to seeing you in jeans, you look wonderful”, added Yolanda. Marjorie was.