. open meeee!"Lauren sat transfixed, her mind seeing images of her mother letting a stranger put fingers in her butt. She was repulsed, but couldn't s...top listening. The moans and chatter went on for a few minutes before her mother said, "ok ... I'm as ... as open as I can be ... Let me sit on it ... I'll try to take you back there..."Lauren waited in silence, her mind racing, caught up in the drama unfolding on the other end of the line. Would her mother be able to take the man in her ass? She. "Actually," I said, finally, allowing myself to look straight at Patricia Wyman for the entire time, "she's the second-most-beautiful third baseman I've ever seen!"Well, that got their attention: All of them, even "Patti," seemed to have become interested in what I had to say.After a pregnant pause, Blondie finally decided to take the bait. "And who was the most beautiful third baseman you've ever seen?" she asked me."Why, Brooks Robinson, of course," I said.It wasn't a bad exit line, and my. ”The clack of boots on the corridor floor announced Mia’s arrival before she swept in. Long jacket, short skirt, high boots laced all the way up the front. All pale blue. Grace wished she could look like that. Though it must have taken five minutes just to put those boots on.“Hi,” Mia smiled round, till her gaze ended on Mohammad. “How did I guess?”“Guess?” asked Grace.“He said quarter to nine, to me. I’m early.”“Oh.”“I said half past to quarter to, I expect,” claimed Mohammad. Mia was taller. It was easy to see his ribbed chest through his work shirt, and I’m not afraid to say that I wanted a piece of it. A few weeks of working together went by and it was easy to see that we were both attracted to each other, although I was unsure as to why he liked me as his girlfriend was stunning but I wasn’t complaining. Work decided it was time for a ‘big night out’, being the party animal I am, I couldn’t turn the opportunity, to shake my arse on the dance floor, down. I knew Ben would be.