At least when I did them, they were insulting and vaguely original.At least when I did them, they were insulting and vaguely original.) Anyway, Irene sighed heavily and the thin, white fabric of her shirt strained against her mountainous tits. I leered openly down her blouse and said, "Hey...we'll keep in touch." As I said that, I reached up to her tits and squeezed gently. She giggled and told me to meet her at her desk after work for my "going away present." Now, since Irene and I occasionally met at her desk after work for similar activities (I may even tell you about them some day), I knew what to expect. Or so I thought! Promptly at 4:45, I was at her desk. Irene's desk is off in a cubicle in a little cul-de-sac in the Finance department. She was finishing up some work, so I sat on the edge of her desk and chatted a bit. I also made it a point of checking out her tits. She had the top 2 buttons of her shirt opened, so I had a fairly clear view -- nothing spectacular, but bras have al- ways fascinated me, ever since...but that's _another_ story. :{) Anyway, when Irene was done with what she was doing, she looked up at me and smiled and started to rub my crotch. My prick swelled up under her prac- ticed touch. Irene licked her full, red lips and slowly started to unbutton her blouse. Beneath it, she had a front-closing white bra with lace trim. She unsnapped this, letting her breasts spring out freely. |