Back at her desk, she tried to calm down and compose herself as justifications for her behavior ran through her mind. Amy braced for the storm of cattiness that was sure to ensue. As she fought the temptation to give in and flash her tits at her boss, her sneaky pussy, which hadn’t fully calmed down from the attention she had received back at her desk, took advantage of her distraction to fill the air with as many pheromones as possible. “I’m not talking about the makeup! She noticed Val disappear with one of her suitors in tow a few minutes before closing, but they hadn’t returned by the time Amy headed out, and it wasn’t any of her business anyway. When I woke up this morning, my chest felt all swollen for some reason,” Amy fibbed, resisting her growing urge to lift her sweater and show off her tits properly. She was in her late 30s, and was tired of the utter lack of decorum shown by young people these days.
