Susan drops by

About twenty minutes later, you hear a knock at the door. "Well, this must be Susan" you think to yourself. You open the door, and there she stands, all one hundred and nine pounds of her, soaking wet, looking at you with her big doe eyes. You never really noticed how incredibly sexy her eyes are until now. You give her a broad smile. "Please come in Susan."

Susan steps through the doorway, which you close behind her. That dark red curly hair of hers cascading over her shoulders is just so beautiful! "Wait a minute!" you think to yourself. "When did I start thinking Susan was sexy?" You shake your head as if trying to shake out the cobwebs.

Susan looks up at you. She has a puzzled look on her face. "Is everything all right with you?" she asks.

"Uhm, yeah, I think so" you answer, giving her a puzzled look back. "Did I ever tell you I think you're incredibly sexy?"

"Now I know something's wrong with you" responds Susan. She feels your forehead. "Well you're not running a fever, though you do feel a bit warm."

"I'm feeling warm because of you, Beautiful" you tell her. "I want you Susan, right here and right now!"

"But the papers!" Susan protests.

"What about them? They can wait. I can't." You start stripping off her clothes, top first to reveal her cute little lace bra which encases her perky 34B breasts.

"Rachel!" Susan screams. "This isn't you! You don't like sex at all! What are you trying to do? Make me into a Me Too victim?"

"Me Too?" you laugh. "Now that's just plain hilarious. This isn't Me Too. This is you too, because I love you too!"

Susan tries to back away from you, but you have a firm hold of her bra, which suddenly gives way, exposing her breasts. She tries to cover herself, but the look you give her stops her.

"You shouldn't cover u such beautiful breasts!" you exclaim. "Not when I want to see them, taste them, kiss them, lick them, and suck them dry. Now get your sexy little ass over here so I can finish undressing you."

"O-okay" Susan stammers as she comes back to you.

Just as you're unzipping Susan's skirt, Lisa returns from the store. She walks in to watch Susan's skirt fall in a heap around her ankles. "Oh my gawd!" she exclaims. "I'm so sorry for the interruption!"

You cup your hands around the bottoms of Susan's cute little ass cheeks, and caress and squeeze them. "You're not interrupting anything." You giggle like a schoolgirl. "As long as you come over and join us!"