And when she leaned back against his legs, Tyler admired the sensual view of her breasts in the soft glow of the moonlight. He wondered just how long... he could hold off, before he would have to climax. Kira moaned out little cries of pleasure, and picked up the pace. Tyler tenderly ran his fingers through her long hair, and wanted nothing more at that moment, then to feel Kira reach orgasm. They looked deep into each other’s eyes, both totally lost in time. ‘Tyler…Oh yea, I’m cumming…’ Kira. I logged onto my computer and reviewed the wire service reports of who had died over the weekend. There was a one-hit wonder from the '60s whom I thought had been long dead. There was a retired Congressman from California and a man who had obtained the first patent for packaging pistachios. It was going to be a slow day.When I had dreamed about being a newspaper reporter as a kid, it hadn't involved obituaries. Although the accident had left me unable to chase down the chief of police as he. “Come here, baby - sit on my knee - so all my colleagues can watch too" You are naughty daddy - and you've got no trousers on - look my panties are all damp at the front now - would you like to suck them?"Debbie sat across my lap facing towards the laptop; I stroked her breasts from behind, kissing the back of her neck.She squirmed around until my erection encased in only black boxer shorts was pressed vertically between her tiny bare buttocks.She leant forward, moaning slightly, as my right. Suddenly I felt inadequateand just wanted to run away and cry.I had to do say something, so I blurted out, "Ms. Jennifer, er ma'am, Iam SO SORRY that I am alienating your clients! That's the LAST thing Iwant to do. Please help me think of a way I can still work here and be apart of this team. I really DO want to help you help these poor women!"After saying this I grabbed some tissues and tried not to shakeuncontrollably.Ms. Jennifer must have seen how hurt I was, because suddenly she waslooking.