"I can feel you're ready for my surprise," she said quietly, grinding herself against my hard cock. She stepped back, and quickly undid the buttons of... her blouse, before shrugging it off. Unzipping her skirt, she wriggled it down, where it joined the blouse on the floor. "You too," she said, reaching behind her back to unclip her bra.I love the sight of a trail of clothes leading from the front door up the stairs. It speaks of people incapable of waiting, impatient to fuck each other. Smiling. Fine with me, the warmth of her pee gave me such unbelievable pleasure! I could feel her internal muscles move as she pushed out the last drops. And with her arms d****d around my neck, leaned closer and relaxed into me. I tilted her head back and kissed her lips softly – our first kiss. She acted like she wanted to rest after finishing a race. I slowly massaged her firm, strong back, able to resist the temptation of feeling her up. Finally, she stood up to find a wash cloth, giving me a clear. After some hemming and hawing she admitted there was some stuff that she needed to take care of at home. Well, we finally agreed that she take the day off and I would work her shift. That would give her the regular manager's two day's off, Sunday and Monday. She suddenly grabbed me and hugged and kissed me, "Thank you, thank you for the day off and the promotion! You ever want something from me just ask" She left with both of us blushing. I'm not sure why she was, but I was blushing because the. She even underlined my name three times!"Then handing her another sheet, this one laminated for some fucked up reason, Winter gazed at it, looking confused. Finally, she said in an ashamed tone, " Look, just because I graduated from Stanford, doesn't mean I can read cursive!"Thinking for sure I heard that incorrectly, I repeated "Stanford?" (I was curious if there was a Stanford Community College hidden away in Arkansas I was unfamiliar with.) She nodded and explained she majored in.