’ ‘Well, I kind of thought maybe the guy you introduced me to today.’ ‘You mean Bob from work?’ ‘Yeah, maybe Bob from work. He seemed nice... — and cute.’ So there it was — Bob from work. I could see that. He is a nice guy, not bad looking, friendly. But how do you approach someone with such an idea. That would be a delicate operation, to say the least. Slowly, ideas for how to make this happen began to evolve, and sometimes they consumed my thoughts. I began to plot ways in which I might. Looking down I could see a growing wet spot in your crotch. I put one hand on the wet spot, and my own moisture grew rapidly at the silky touch and the sound of your soft moan. I rubbed the moist panties ever so softly up over the hood of your clitoris, and slowly down again.“Fuck, my love, you still drive me wild, you know that,” I said in a languid voice.“Hell, the sight of your name makes me wet,” you retorted.I reached behind you, gently removed your panties, and went down to taste your. In the end he just blurted out that Linda was pregnant. He was shocked by Mr Seymour's response. "Get her in, I want to see her." Surely he didn't intend to continue fucking her now that the need had passed? Ah, but there was still the problem of the money that Martin had stolen from the firm, maybe Mr Seymour intended to continue his claim on that.In due course Linda arrived, and after a short wait in the seats in front of Sandra Martin and Linda were escorted into Mr Seymour's office. "Mr and. Your breathing is now labored as you can imagine the big cock fucking you, taking you from behind as you push your ass up to meet his strokes, oh God, it feels so good to be thinking of his swollen dick sliding in and out of your wetness. You fingers find your ass. You pull your cheeks apart exposing yourself even more to your masturbating friend. Your whole body has a light sheen of perspiration. You are glistening in the sun. Your finger tip is now on your asshole. You begin to rub.