Brenda was not much of a typist and she couldn't file for shit or even begin to take dictation, but she could fuck like a weasel and she wasn't a half... bad cocksucker, to boot.Jonathon didn't really feel guilty about his adultery.It was purely a physical affair, for their mutual pleasure and totally without any lasting ties. As long as Caroline never found out about it, he didn't suppose it could hurt her--and it made the prospect of going to work a lot more attractive for him. Brenda was a. Good lord was she hot. She was 5’7” and had long, silky brown hair down past her ass, soulful liquid brown eyes (doe eyes may be a cliché, but it’s accurate). She was a former track star, with a cross-fit hardbody.She had also been finding excuses to brush up against me and touch me all shift, and to hang out at my station. Even I could see something coming. I was almost expecting it when she put her hand on my forearm and with eyes downcast, asked me softly “Will you come up to the helipad and. ”When they knocked, I got up to let Mary and Lizzie into the apartment. They had a backpack and were wearing bulky coats, which they removed to reveal ... jeans and tshirts. I was expecting them to be dressed up in latex or BSDM gear or something. Instead they looked like they were just going to hang out at a casual bar.Lizzie giggled, “I think he was hoping for something sexier.” That made Mary smirk a bit.Mary replied, “Pet, you are sexy in those jeans, but I think you are correct, Kevin. Like last Thursday afternoon when I laid this cute cop I know and his female partner was sitting in the same room with us the whole time, just watching.They were on duty so she was wearing her uniform with her gun and everything and her radio kept crackling. It was so fucking hot for her to be there just sitting in a chair watching me ride him. Her eyes would be on my tits for a while, then I'd see her staring at my pussy and his shiny wet cock fucking, fucking, fucking. I was watching her.