Considering what came later, I know it's hard to believe, but I really did start out trying to cover her up. My thought was that she'd hate me if she ...knew I'd seen her naked. I put the keys on the side table. Then, I leaned down and tried to slide the strap of her dress back onto her shoulder.I don't think I ever tried to pull a dress up over a breast before. I certainly never tried it with one so big. It turns out that it's not so easy as you'd think. As I tried, Ellen shifted and made a sound. And certainly Bernice always wore knickers under her trousers and I presumed the others did so too whilst I, in my skirts, remained knickerless and doubly vulnerable. The only exception to the rule was the petite Georgina, the only woman of my circle who was shorter than me. She came to work wearing either smart little suits or light dresses, that displayed her neat and slender form to it's best advantage, and she carried the same mode of dress into all the other aspects of her life. I didn't. I still wanted her and I knew that as energetic and active as Jessica was in everything else she did, she'd be a wildcat in bed with me. I knew I'd have a fuck that I'd never had the likes of before.Jessica had normally worn rather conservative clothes around me when she'd come to my workplace, but tonight I saw another side of Jessica that I'd actually never imagined. I think it became apparent that Jessica had sex on her mind as much as I had it on mine. Instead of the conservative cotton. You have his entire attention now and you control him ... his hands grab your hair and he's now fucking your mouth in earnest. As he starts to come, you open your mouth to let his come drip down your face ... and it does. It's copious ... and it drips down across your breasts and slowly down to your belly and cunt. It feels wonderful, tastes wonderful and makes you hornier than ever.Michael takes the initiative now ... laying you back on the floor and covering you with his body..."Whose come is.