Absolutely pert, perky breasts that are a good C to D cup, sitting on a toned athletic body. It helps that we flirt mercilessly, and she's totally fil...thy.So to say I was disappointed when I found out that she had to go home for a month would be a serious understatement. Don't get me wrong, there are many other fine women at work, as I mentioned, but she's a special one. She's also my wank fantasy of choice at the moment. Usually in the work showers (I play tennis beside work but use the work. When she finally regained enough of her s**ttered wits to put together a sentence, she whispered to me "Do you have a condom?" "You want to...?" I asked, but I didn't have to finish the sentence. "I want to do the same things any other girl would do." she finished for me, steel resolve in her voice. I'd been a boy scout back when I was in school, of course I was prepared. Fishing in my jeans pocket for a condom, I hastily tore open the package and rolled it out over my still-hard cock. I lay. As I uncoiled from the floor and stood up I said, "Too bad. You should have told me sooner. I could have used a good whore to satisfy some of my customers" and I left the room. I went back downstairs, grabbed a tie and my suit coat and went on into work.I didn't get a whole lot done. I just sat in my office, stared out the window and pondered on the worth of a twenty-five year marriage. I'd always thought it a worthwhile thing, but I guessed that it must have been pretty much one sided because. But back to the story, I was going to mention about myparents and my fuck up. I called my dad 'daddy'.This may seem small and insignificant, but it was a no-noto my family. Boys refer to their fathers as 'dad' girlsrefer to their fathers as 'daddy'. The three of us werewatching television one evening, my sister was out with afriend. My dad had been giving me funny looks all eveningand I was not feeling especially comfortable.He finally turned to me and said. 'Michael, you sit like agirl.'I.