She's wearing one of her tight t-shirts. She decided to forgo the bra for the moment. The shirt grabs and clings to every inch of her chest. You can s...ee where the breasts curve into her ribs. You can see the muscles in her shoulders define themselves, and the crease of the muscles slip out of the sleeve and curve into her slim biceps. The shirt is tight upon her breasts, but they are large enough that the shirt can't make it back to her ribs between them. With the light of the room, you can. We were every bit stranger, there was absolutely no strings attached, I didnt even know whether his name was true or not. But it hardly matter because something else was hard…He leaned towards me and I lifted my head and slowly kissed him on his lips..He said : “hmmmm” in a very reassuring way, allowing me to advance and I kissed him deep. This time with more tongue, saliva mixing. We almost started running out of breath, but the very fact that such a PATAKA was laying on my bed, how could I. "Where was he going with this? Did he, like, want me doing paperwork for him today?"I promised them bigger bonuses, but they still seem unhappy. Seems with recent layoffs they're on edge. You know, I started in the warehouse before working my up into management and then the executive suite. I know how hard they work and how difficult their jobs are. I want to start this holiday season right. They deserve to get, let's call it, a well-being checkup."I was starting to catch his drift. Maybe he. I always want it and she is always willing to give it to me. I know you readers are wondering if a marriage like ours will survive. You will have to keep reading this story to find out. Doris is one great sex partner. —————- Back to where I left off: Doris asked me who was I to investigate. ‘Jenny. Roger wants me to investigate Jenny.’ ‘Jenny is one of your oldest friends. You grew up together. How can you investigate her?’ ‘According to Roger, he thinks she might be playing around on him. I.