" He suggested. She took a huge mouthful on cue and gasped as the hot liquid burned her throat. Her eyes watered and he got closer. He reached out and... stroked her hair, pulling strands off of her face and lightly running his fingers across her lips. The thin skin there still tingled from the alcohol and his fingers were rough. "Maybe you should get some more; you'll enjoy the cartoon more with it." Emma stood up and went to the kitchen, half filling her mug with more whiskey. She came back and. Please…come in.”I followed her inside. She was wearing a long white T-shirt. It was quite old and very thin. That shirt was all that she had on. I would have seen a bra or panties right through it. As it was, about all that I had seen was her areolas and the shadow of her ass crack.She turned around, smiled at me, and said, “This is one of my father’s T-shirts. We all wear them to the meetings. By the way I like your Betty Boop T-shirt.”I asked, “Did she tell you about the other ones that I. She had taken two years of French in high school and two years of conversational French in community college, so she could converse with the other employees well. She kept her eyes open and listened. After the first day she had a basis to build an understanding of the ins and outs of the division's inner workings. She started to take on more of the day-to-day tasks that bogged down any CEO.Carl was pleasantly surprised that she took to the business so quickly. She seemed to put her troubles. Indeed, besides the first man mentioned above, she was currently hooked up with a couple of roommates that lived next door and she would join them for fun a couple of times a week. They were a bit younger than her and thought that taking turns with a pretty married woman was the best thing that ever happened to them. Of course, that stroked her ego as much as her pussy.So most days she got at least one strange sausage plus her husband who was enjoyed whenever she could get him naked with enough.