Trish is nice but (and don't tell her this) she's not the cleverest person in the world. Sometimes fairly simple concepts go right over her head and she needs a little help. Now...I don't mind giving a helping hand every now and again - it's in my nature. So when she asked me to come around and go through some procedures I was happy to oblige. As a thank you she said she'd make me a dinner (she makes gorgeous stew and dumplings) which I eagerly agreed to.

I knocked on her door that evening and she answered it wearing the trouser suit that she had at work that day. Almost. Because she had removed her crisp, white blouse and her purple bra was more than obvious as she led me into her hallway.

Now...I don't understand why but the first thing that went through my mind was "I can't smell her dumplings"; it's strange how your mind works when you're trying not to look down a workmates jacket . But as slow as she was, she wasn't backwards in coming forward - she must have seen my reaction and took off her jacket giving me a view of her enormous, mature breasts being held together by her bra.

I got the feeling that she didn't want to go through works procedures that night so I went over and took advantage of the opportunity - I kissed her deeply and slid my hands behind her underneath her jacket and caressed the warm, plump flesh of her back, moving down to her rump.

Ignoring the thoughts of stew, we worked up an appetite...

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