“Well…” I said, returning the smile more timidly. “Not all of it.” He squeezed my calf, and moved his hand to lean against my chair. “Sin...ce I am here now, I might as well ask. Do you want to come over after work?” I bit my lip and squirmed a little. “Well…” I said again, looking away. “Don’t you want to go behind enemy lines?” Levi asked me. He captured my attention with that. I did have two hours between the end of this shift and the start of my next. But was that enough time to get myself. And then those milky white thighs, firm and fully exposed. What little amount of skirt that covered her middle on any given day had been forced up, concertina-like at her belly.Oh how I longed to climb all the way under the desk, to spring up and kiss and lick her inner thighs, to nuzzle at the skin, sinking my teeth in and sending her into an even greater frenzy of lust than she was already in. It was all fantasy of course but what a fantasy and now my eyes could see what previously they'd. ”“Feel about me?” she asked.“I love you too much to hurt you that way.”“Hurt me?”“Yes, hurt you. Given everything you’ve told me, it would hurt you.”“More than reading Lossky? Or the Bhagavad Gita? Or the Norse myths?”I chuckled, “The only person who would think THOSE would hurt you would be Father McGraw. Well, and perhaps your parents and other priests. Those didn’t hurt you in the least. Maybe they made you think, or challenged you in some way, but that’s not harm any more than all the. I knew I shouldn’t, but I just couldn’t help myself. For awhile though, it was all just goofing around. I had an old boy friend’s football jersey that came down almost to my knees that I started wearing around the house at night and in the mornings. It hung close over my boobs, highlighting their shape but the numbers on the front covered my nipples just enough to make it not to risqué. It did show off my legs nicely and I took more than one opportunity over those weeks to let it ride up and.