We become good friends.One day late she comes into my office with some pictures of her sons."John, I just got these at lunch; would you like to see th...em?" Sure, Gail." I always liked to see the pictures she took. I had many photos of my sons, and we enjoyed the sharing of this common experience.She steps behind my desk and lays them in front of me. This exquisite scent drifts by my nose. An odor that reminds me of the first day of spring, when the flowers are newly opened. This is not her usual. One night after she had been drinking quite a lot they went into the back office and closed the door. The clock was at eight thirty and I had planned to meet some friends at a pub, so I went to knock on the door and tell them I was leaving, when I stopped I stopped in my tracks, and heard her accuse me of fucking him behind her back.I was shocked and wavered on my feet. It was a lie, there was nothing between us and never had been in the six months or so I had been working there, yes I had been. . But I can't be your girlfriend any more."He felt, rather than heard, the sadness in her voice. "That's okay Julie. I'd still like to be friends, though. I still care about you. Okay?"They stared silently at each other for a long time. Finally Julie said, "You want to come in? Just for a minute though, okay?" Sure."She dropped the curtain, and Bobby went to the door, where the porch light came on over his head. He heard multiple locks and latches being released, and eventually the door came. Her hands are flat against the desk, her dress bunched around her waist. She feels my hands groping her ass, squeezing her flesh in my fingers. She tries to look back, but I push her head down, forcing her ass to stick out more, my hard wet cock rubbing gently against her ass cheeks. I grab my cock rubbing the thick head against her ass, between her cheeks. I slip my cock under her legs, the head rubbing against her wet lips. She knew, she is about to be fucked. She begs me not to, but I.