We had worked with one another for nearly two years and always enjoyed one another's company. I was her boss but couldn't stop myself from having "imp...ure" thoughts about getting my hands on her fantastic body. A brunette with shoulder length dark hair, Cathy could melt any man or woman's heart with her sweet smile. A nice plump ass along with tits not too big or small made her the object of my desire.Sexual harassment on the job kept me from making a move. It's a small office and I also didn't. I started playing with my mother's clothes and was hooked at anearly age for the feel of lingerie. I kept my secret and dressedwhenever I got a chance which turned out to be very often since Momworked nights and weekends. Around the age of 12 I found sports and lesstime by myself and so dressing took a back seat. At 13 I had a friendsleeping over and we started talking about sex and what it was allabout. We both knew what "blowjobs" were and wondered what that would belike. At my friends. Unfortunately for us we bumped into a policeman. Did you know my father is a policeman Stella asked Sir Michael. Erm well yes I do recall my wife saying that he was replied Sir Michael. And I mean quite literally bumped into him knocking him off his bike. Fortunately for me Frank and Burt were there to help him back to his feet. He took it rather well,, especially as Frank had apoligised and assured him that they were taking me home. Unfortunately for them I thought it would be rather funny to. I felt frustrated and was aching for relive, it was clearly obvious that Sara was feeling the same effects as me and soon began openly to rub herself through her tracksuit bottoms. Slowly and undetected at first but after good 10 minutes much more blatant. The whole atmosphere was electric and so sensual, with no one else around we felt quite safe. With my right hand I slowly caressed my neck, being careful not to disturb or interrupt my twin s_ister. At the time we were sitting spread-out.