’ ‘Are you getting more writing done now?’ ‘Some, but more importantly, I think I’m doing a better job now because I’m not trying to rush ...to accomplish something.’ ‘Patty asked me about your writing the other day and I suggested she just ask you about it. I think she’s not sure it would be proper for her to ask you.’ ‘That’s silly, of course she can ask me. My God, I asked her why she always wears shorts when she’s here.’ Lois smiled and said, ‘So you do look at her legs do you?’ He smiled back. Her tight pussy around his cock. The office chair bounced as Heather rode him harder and harder. Grinding against him. Circling her hips. Heather kissed Dylan hungrily. The wait for the auditor to leave had been torture. Now she was like a tiger freed from her cage. Dylan too felt liberated. His hands cupped Heather's ample breasts through her blouse, squeezing them. He fought to retain control, and yet the risk of someone else coming into the office only served to fire his passion. Heather was. " If he's listening in, how safe is it going to be to think about fucking here or anywhere else?"Kyra thought and nodded agreement."Hey," I started. "If you two are fooling around you can mark me down as suckered 'cause if you're not then I think I'd just as soon stay ignorant of whatever it is your father wouldn't want me knowing." Coward," grinned Mark. He was thawing enough to tease me."Come over here and say that."He did and found himself in a tight embrace. There was nothing hostile about. She turned around in her bed to put her feet on the carpet. Standing, she walked to the bathroom. What the fuck is wrong with me… She said to herself, as she splashed cold water on her face, Why the fuck do I keep thinking these things? Lynn looked in the mirror, she had bags under eyes, and her hair was wild from her twisting and turning in her bed. She walked back to her bedroom, turning on the lamp on her bedside table, she looked at a picture of all of her friends. Taking the framed photo.