.thats realy admirable....ill see you after work in a few hours...".i said " i wouldnt miss it for the world...and we both went back to our work areas......last break rolled around and we both sat there across from each other and had miner conversation one of the other male stockers asked jen a few things and had a few comments to her that pissed me off...i looked at him and said what are you some kinda asshole or something? you dont treat a lady that way!...thinking in the back of my mine how i. It described her. Belinda was curvy, well developed and emphasised her considerable assets with fitted clothing. Men found it difficult to look her in the face because her cleavage, even when covered, was so prominent.I was slightly concerned that Belinda had volunteered. I couldn’t understand why she would want to avoid the office Christmas party. It didn’t seem in character.Whatever her reasons for volunteering, I was confident that she would be capable of dealing with any crisis that might. I pulled her tightly against me, Her breast felt soft against my chest thru my shirt. I felt her hand on the lump in my pants, she was rubbing her hand over it in a round motion….Our lips still pressed together, our tongues locked in the heat of passion ..I felt her fingers tugging on the zipper to my trousers, it came down and I felt her hand take hold of my cock , She began stroking it slowly, my balls were burning with desire.. I couldn’t hold back the feeling she was pulling out of me…AHHW. She took the chiffon skirt up with her to put in the basket, then went into the bedroom to change, still with the skirt in her hand. I was waiting impatiently for Mrs T to get changed and go. I couldn’t wait to get that skirt on and rub myself in it. I could feel the floaty softness against my skin, against my buttocks and thighs, the material sliding up and down my prick. The option of rubbing my cock in one two or three layers of silky chiffon was a luxury I couldn’t wait for. The thought of.