Releasing his pinch-hold on her bloated nipple, Jamie slowly raised his face out from between her legs. His lips and chin were glistening wetly with a... coating of her warm, sticky juice as he looked up into her big, blue eyes. He could see that the pupils of her eyes were widely dilated and had a distant, unfocused look to them. "Why, Jamie . . ." she asked, her voice barely audible."I just wanted to make you feel good, Mother. I wanted to show you how much you mean to me . . ." he smiled at. They could feel each other’s breath on their lips. Ever closer he moved in, kissing her hungrily and deeply. Their tongues dancing around, she was tingling. She grabbed him pulling him, wanting him closer. He dropped his hands down to her side, grazing her hips. She pushed him away, walking him back to his chair. He fell back, and she fell to her knees. He was thinking of her luscious breasts, barely held back by her shirt . They stared at each other, while she unbuckled his belt. She. "Those too." You're not going to rape me, are you?"Chris slapped Andrew hard. "Of course not. Don't you ever suggest thatI'm a fucking fag again, that's Mathew's job. I'm interested in girls,and that's why I'm making you do this. No, I won't rape you." He threwhim a bit of cloth. "Wrap this about that tiny dick of yours, in case itgets any bigger and an erection gives you away." Andrew took hisunderpants off and did what he was told. Then Jessica passed him a pinkpair of panties and he put them. By mid afternoon in our department, the drinks came out and all work stopped by about four. By then I already downed three of four glasses of wine. Almost on mass we headed for the toilets to change, as I'm the only girl I have the place to myself. My party dress was a light blue outfit, buttoned all the way up the front and stops about mid bust. Under it I just wore a fresh pair of knickers, I don't wear bras any more not even to work. I find it more comfortable like that and my husband loves.