There was something uncomfortably unfamiliar about this meeting. We were sparring without really saying what we wanted to say. She was obviously surpr...ised at my appearance, but she was holding back. I was surprised at her appearance, but I wasn’t that curious. For two people that had been married for as many years as we had, we didn’t seem to want to explore the changes. Then Molly changed the topic. ‘Jack, I sold the house this week. Finally! We got a little over two hundred thousand for it.. ” Marella grins to herself and quickly exits to her bedroom. She rummages through her closet. Ah here it is. She finds the short tight grey skirt, a nice tailored white cotton blouse, some dark nylons and black heels. Pretty close to what John describes in his story Marella thinks to herself. Marella smiles, perfect office attire for Final Fantasy “level one”. Marella intends to enter John’s fantasy world and defeat him at his own game. Level I: The Office Girl The next morning John wakes, has. Cleavage to die for. Heels. Brunette, with brown eyes and long lashes. The line was simple, honest. I smile, and said, ‘Hi, would you like to join us?’ We both flirt with her shamelessly. I ask her to dance, and hold her hand as we walk to the dance floor. While dancing close, I make it obvious how aroused I am. We talk about you. I say, ‘She’s gorgeous, isn’t she? You know, she wants me to dance with you, the closer the better.’ After we finish the dance, I say, ‘I’ll guarantee that if we. She paused to politely give his manly nipples the attention they deserved. She sucked at the two pebbles until they were stiff and aroused. Then, without warning, she suddenly pushed down, dropping to his crotch.Opening her mouth wide, she swooped in on his cock, swallowing its total length and sucking like a woman who had not tasted a man in years. His balls danced around under the dual stimulation of his wife's marvelous mouth and his sister's cajoling fingertips.Sexual electricity sizzled.