nancy reilly

a short tale of tail

by izzy ess of inverness

when fancy, chancy, nancy arr leaned forward to explain my faux pas, she revealed an ample bosom and three breasts, two in place above a third small one with miniature brown nipples and a single black long hair which pointed straight at me.  she amplified her explanations for an hour of ogling while she watched me with the tiny eye deep in just the middle of her forehead, cleverly concealed with bangs of orangy red hair.  she seemed to guess her mesmerizing body had transformed me into jelly as i jiggled restlessly beneath her face and triple breasts and hazel eyes, when, finally i flowed into the bathroom to adjust my squirming hippocampus.  she then knocked and asked if i were able to go on with her administrative efforts.  i replied, of course, and stiffer, i returned to sit in front of her, while she removed her blouse and said the air was quite inadequate to keep us cool, inviting me to follow suit and off my shirt.  without a second passing, she continued on, quite unabashed, apparently.  attempting coolness, i remained in place until she came around the desk, while hiking up her tartan skirt, revealing orangy big bush and thighs inviting me to look.  i looked and she sat on my lap and talked a river of inanities, until she wriggled on my thighs, just waiting to be had.  She did.  I did it, too.  without a giggle, she announced we needed to adjourn to her back office where there was a comfy chair, a love seat, built for two.  we dallied there for two whole days without so much as any ham and cheese on rye, or coca-cola.  Seemingly attracted to my triple hairy stuff and triple billiard balls she stayed to gambol, while her boss objected to the use of both his office chair and tinkerbelle, the office statuette.  suffice to say, i didn't get ok'd for grants for jingle bells in aummertime.

amen

(C) izzy sommers, md., welland, canada, may 23, 2013

ps: i'm certain that this will not be read by kith or kin.