In the shower room

Bart interjected softly, “is that what you mean!?!” “H-how did you know,” Rachel Benson asked gratefully!?! With a little smile on his face, Bart walked over and kissed his boss full on the lips and whispered, “Because you’ve been faithful to Jim’s memory, but it’s been over a year now, and I know exactly what you need.”

Bart began to carefully unbutton Rachel Benson’s white silk blouse while commenting, “I have a confession to make, ma’am.” “Please call me Rachel,” she whispered in a husky voice, “it seems a little inappropriate to speak so formally at a time like this.” “Okay, Rachel,” Bart replied softly while now exposing her huge lace bra, “my confession is that I’ve always fantasized aout these tits, and now I’m gonna get a chance to see them up close and personal.” “R-really,” she gasped as his hands encased her huge breasts through her silky bra, “are you just telling me that to make me feel good!?!” “Of course not,” he answered smoothly, “you have and incredible chest, and believe me, there’s not a guy who works here who hasn’t at one time or another shot a load dreaming about it.” With her breathing becoming increasingly shallow, she barely responded, “T-that’s hard to believe, I’ve seen you boys with Vicki and Gail, and they have such perfectly shaped bodies, I certainly don’t compare to them.”