“I guess. Kevin, this is going to be hard to tell. I rehearsed it all afternoon and I’m still terribly nervous about how to say this...”Shit. Sh...e’s gonna tell me that she doesn’t want to see me anymore.“Ok, here goes. Kevin, remember this morning when you were patting my privates ... oh, now I forgot where I was going to start this. There’s so many details...”Oh, phew. She’s not dumping me.“Denise, remember what I told Fletcher on the day I first saw you? Start at the beginning and go step by. I rattled it off and was thanked as they hung up. I had internet conference on this thing, but had no idea how to use it. I knew there was a mic and web cam, but didn't know how to work them. I would have to ask one of the kids later, I thought, and chuckled to myself at my ignorance about computers. I would almost be willing to bet Sally and Judy had already been talking back and forth with it. There was a knock at the door and I said come in. It was Katie, looking like death warmed. As she handed them their drinks, Lisa realized they were staring at her breasts. She looked down and for the first time realized what she was wearing. Her cheeks went bright red. She started to turn to leave the room and go change but it suddenly occurred to her that this might offend the men. They might take it that she felt uncomfortable around black men, or that she was too good for them. It was too late now, anyway, she told herself. They had already seen her in her negligee, so the cat was. My cock hardened immediately and the uniform I was wearing did little to conceal this. "I was just leaving, the champagne is in the fridge and, well, you found the strawberries." I stuttered. "I am pretty sure you should not leave in your condition and my name is Carla and I must say that is a pretty flattering comment you have there and I don't think I have that kind of effect on a man in quite some time, especially my husband who is passed out in the next room." Carla stated in a southern.