In college, I got my share of pussy. Some of the girls were very cute. I never knew how I landed them, since I was an average college party boy, but I... did. None held a candle to Loni. She stood up. ‘I’m going upstairs. You can come with me, or you can lock the door on your way out. I won’t think any differently about you at work, either way.’ I locked the front door and followed her, thinking about her in ways that weren’t about being work buddies. Nowhere close. She turned on the light on her. “Sorry if I am being too forward. This is just the way I used to dress back in the days of our little get-togethers. It just seemed right somehow, to sort of carry on the tradition.”“Don't be silly. I'm only too pleased you went to the trouble for me. Now, tell me about your group and how I am going to fit in,” Cathy said.“I figured, the best way to do that, was to show you some of the pictures we took, and maybe a video. That way you can see my Sandra in action, and the sort of thing we used. Her name was Gloria Wentfeld, a well-to-do single lady in her midforties who was nearly fifteen years older than I was. She had goodtaste like most upper class women and was an elegant dresser."Why don't you run along Bob darling. Tell the bartender your next drinkis on me. I'd like to chat with Tiffany for a while." she said.Bob then excused himself and headed for the bar as Gloria sat down at mytable."Thanks. I wasn't in the mood for Bob tonight," I said.Gloria answered, "No problem. Why. Cadbury was sitting between her parted knees, just far enough away to not be touching her. In an empathetic communication, she felt his head cock to one side as her scent wafted to his sinuses. She heard his tail thump on the floor in a hollow tympanic tattoo that was in time with her own heart. Their empathetic communication relayed his mounting interest and they shared the excitement of the effects of her seminal fluid as it tripped over his olfactory nerve ends and signalled her need for.