"Okay Ray-ch, see you then" hesashayed to the doorway, turned and blew a kiss before leaving myoffice. It looked to me like he was wearing lip-gloss. ...I thought back tothat morning, I thought I had seen lip gloss on the vanity counterbeside my creams and lotions. I guess I was supposed to put it on. Ohwell, I thought, I'll have to wait until Monday.Casual Fridays were good; I loved wearing jeans to work. Mine werepractically identical to Keith's...I mean Ki's. I wore mine with a widered leather. He felt huge inside her and in their current position she could feel him push against her clit each time he came into her. She felt the engorged head of his cock draw along her pussy walls as it slowly stroked in and out of her, sending warm waves of pleasure through her as Steve pulled firmly on her bottom to make sure he got as deep inside her as he could. With each thrust she felt herself take another step along the road to heaven, her clit enjoying Steve’s technique of twisting his body. I couldn’t even hate her. She’d had no intention of doing that at all. It had just happened. A night of a little fun between one woman somewhat inclined to be gay, Barbara, who nevertheless had enjoyed a couple of heterosexual relationships, and one woman determinedly heterosexual, Stacey, who might even have been a touch homophobic, had laid the foundations of what might as well have been one of the great loves of our times. No one had tried for it, no one had expected it, no one really wanted. Joyce approached, leaving her purse on the floor as she strode toward the coffee table. She stopped, pulling her sweater off over her head, her arms. Calm, steady, her hands worked at her pants, buttons, and zipper. Cream, professional, straight cut pants now bunching around her thighs as she pushed them down, hurrying. She opened the buttons on her blouse, starting from the top, one by one, open. Joyce could meet his gaze now as she revealed herself, her conservative underclothes, to him. She.