At best, you could call it as one of the many fantasies I have. I mean, with due respect to the various authors submitting their stories here, I feel ...that they are more artificial than real, following a mechanical set of sequences and monotonous montages. Trust me, the reality is more complex and weird than what we could pen down in our stories; but that is where our imaginations and fantasies reign supreme: we can twist and bend reality in our minds to satisfy our desires.Ladies, preferably in. On an empty stomach. Needless to say, the alcohol has gotten to me quite quickly. I'm halfway through the bottle when Jason arrives home.“Hey Ellie,” he smiles, but his expression changes when he sees my reddened face and the half-empty bottle of Smirnoff Ice on the table. “What’s up?” he asks, sitting down next to me. “I slept with Bryan… the jerk is married!” I weep, resting my head on his shoulder. “Oh, Ellie, I’m sorry,” he soothingly says, stroking my hair. “When did you find out?”. Great idea i thought as i had just done 4 hours solid exerciseI found the bathroom along the landing and soon worked it out , i stripped the last of my clothes off and climbed under the hot waterI turned to see Demi watching me shower until she spotted my knickers on the floor and she quickly picked them up and buried her face in them, i thought she was going to cum again with the sounds she made, then she told me she was keeping my wet used knickersShe placed them in a cabinet and climbed into. For the first half of the day, Claire barely acknowledged my existence, always finding something incredibly pressing to busy herself with whenever I tried to explain what had happened. She was professional, but dismissive.Tami, on the other hand, just tried to avoid me altogether. I had hurt her more than I'd realized, and she seemed too embarrassed to even look me in the eye. Since I couldn't exactly talk to her with all the other people around the office, I had the bright idea of writing her.