She began rubbing my balls and shaft, looking up at me with her beautiful green eyes. Slowly, she put me in her mouth, taking me all the way in down t...o the hilt. She kept me deep against her throat for a few moments before slowly pulling back off, moving her tongue in small circles on the bottom of my cock. I could tell she was rubbing herself under the water with her free hand. She continued moving up and down until my moans told her I was ready to explode. She forced me deep into her throat. She had sexual relation with her boss and he was great in everything. Slowly we had developed trust on each other. I asked her a thing which she wanted to do in life. She replied that she wanted to modeling but she can’t do now as she is married.I asked for her pic. She shared a pic of her picnic in which she is in above knee floral dress which revealed as good part of her milky thighs.She is fair in complexion, has fat in proper places like thighs, butts, and breast. She is a high profile. As I dressed, I noticed that my hands seemedto know just what they were doing. There was no fumbling to get the braon, as I had anticipated, and putting on the tights seemed to pose nodifficulty whatsoever. I wondered if the body actually had some sort ofmemory, and it did not matter who was occupying the body at the time. Izipped my legs into the boots, stood up, and reentered the bathroom toput on myface. Again, my hands seemed to know just what to do, and in notime at all I was tastefully. Even through his concern for her, he was aware of her soft breasts pushing against him.He gently kissed her, then touched his lips to each eye in turn, kissing away the mounting tears. She tucked her head back against his chest and hugged him. "Oh, Jeff. I ... I just feel like I shouldn't be here. I mean ... your wife is so beautiful, and so sexy. I looked in the mirror after I got dressed, and I just don't have it. My breasts aren't as big as hers are. My hair isn't long and beautiful like.