Bringing Daddy's Work Home

She followed the largely built secretary into the side hallway and into the bathroom, checking out the curves of her ass and her hips. "Damn, she's a big girl," Kamesha thought to herself. "She must be well over six feet, even without the heels. Maybe she's right? But no guy has skin that soft, and those transsexuals I see don't have an ass like that. But she does have those wide shoulders. But…"

"Are you ready to see me babe?"

Marilyn's comment brought Kamesha out of her reverie. She realized that she was sitting on the toilet seat of the bathroom, and that Marilyn had her fingers pulling on the buttons of her suit jacket, pulling them apart. "OK, first, lemme show you my boobs, just so you know that I'm not some cross-dresser. This is real life for me." With that, Marilyn pulled open her jacket, revealing that lacy bra bulging with flesh, her dark nipples showing through the opacity of the bra.

"Damn, you have some tig ol' biddies. But you gotta be a lesbian. I mean, if you aren't comfortable with that, that's fine. You know that I'm a bit bi…"

"Shh. Now tell me something, my dear," Marilyn said she pulled her skirt up with her right hand. "Since you just said yourself that you're bi, you should know what a woman has, right?" As she finished her sentence, the hem of Marilyn's skirt cleared her panties.

"Yeah…I'd suppose so."

"Well, my dear," Marilyn continued as she pressed her left hand to her left breast and pushed it all the way down her front until it reached her crotch. She rubbed her hand back and forth against her crotch as she spread her legs slightly. "Do you know any lesbians with a piece of equipment like…this?"

Kamesha's eyes opened wide at the sight in front of her, and both sets of her lips juiced in lust. Dangling between what was for all intents and purposes a female was a dick. And not an ordinary dick.