“She was distraught. She didn’t mean it,” I replied as another tear broke free and followed the same already blazed trail to me chin. Her hands were massaging my oblique muscles and I could feel her nipples drag lightly along my back.
“Bullshit Jack. She still talks about that all these years later.”
I needed to change the subject. “How is your job going? If the detective work you displayed today is any indication, you must be the best detective on the force.”
She giggled and reached under my arms and tweaked my nipples. “I have the best closure rate. I really enjoy the work but not the hours. I wish I had been able to spend more time with Angela. She really is a good girl. I wish she would find a good man but she gravitates to the self absorbed drones and Christ, there are a lot of those out there both her age and mine.”
To keep the conversation away from Anna I said, “I see that Frankie has been promoted to Director of Product Development at our old company. She says it’s still in the same building we were in. She called me when she took the job there. She remembered that Anna had created an archive of plans for new software applications that we hadn’t started to devel…” I stopped in mid-word. I was doing just what I didn’t want to do; reminiscing about Anna. Another tear broke free and joined the several already accumulating on my chin. I could feel them about to go and I raised my hand to catch it, but I was too late and it splashed on Joyce’s fingers as she had moved her hands around front massaging my abdominals. I was thankful that she didn’t say anything.
Joyce picked up the thread and said, “So Frankie has been getting ideas for software applications from Anna’s archives? No wonder she’s risen to the top. Anna was a genius.”
I replied, “Thomas Edison once said that ‘genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration’. Anna provided the inspiration and Frankie provides the perspiration. Good for her. She is quite brilliant in her own right. It’s good for me too. I get rather generous royalties from the company for every new application that comes from Anna’s archive.”
We both sat there on the bed, silent for several moments. Joyce’s hands had worked lower on my abs and were slowly working their way toward what was apparently her goal all along. The lower her hands went, the more firmly she pressed her tits against my back. I could feel a tingle in my dick as it moved off my left thigh toward her encroaching hands. Joyce kissed the side of my neck and her blonde hair draped down my chest. She completed the kiss and rested her chin on my shoulder. I knew she was looking down to see if she was making any headway. She was.
I turned my head to hers and kissed her on the forehead. “Jesus Joyce. No wonder Angela is a sex maniac. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”
Joyce giggled and abandoned all pretence as she reached for her goal and wrapped her fingers around my slowly hardening cock. “I can’t help it. It’s been a long time. I had basically forgotten all about sex and men. I buried myself in my work. When Frankie called to set up a meeting to discuss what to do with you, I found myself going through more batteries than Angela. I was practically rubbing my pussy on the table leg at the restaurant where she concocted this plan.”