I did have a free slot, as it happened, and it would have been churlish to put him off just for the Hell of it. We made a date for 4.00pm. I went thro...ugh the daily grind without breaking sweat. There was nothing interesting on my plate and, it being just before Christmas, I wasn't expecting too much new activity until after the holidays. On the dot of Four O'clock, Janet, our secretary-cum-receptionist announced Mr Forsythe-Wheeler was there to see me. "Mr Harrington will see you now," she. I could still taste some of Matt's load on my goatee, which added to my feeling. I told her I could still taste his cum. She absolutely loved that and she began to talk dirty even more and tell me how hot it is.After awhile I couldn't hold back anymore. I drove deeper inside her, then pulled out at the last possible second and shot a load of cum all over her butt. Shit, this is like a porno, I thought to myself. I got a tissue from the night stand and helped her clean up a little. She got up,. "What story are you talking about?" The story between you and Brad." She held up her hand as I started to deny anything. "And don't tell me there's nothing going on. I saw the looks he kept giving you all night long." Abby waited for several seconds and ordered, "Time to fess up Mr. Steele. He looked like he was going to jump out of his skin every time you talked."I pulled my Corvette to a stop in front of Abby's place and turned in the seat to face her and sighed. "After hearing your family. And this wonderful blow job will be remembered for another reason as well. In the pea-soup fog, unable to see, I was unaware that I had painted Sarah’s face and top of her head with ribbons of white goo. Sarah, on the other hand, obviously knew that I had cum all over her face. Before we tried to make our way back to the shore, she had wiped off most, but not all of my seed, using the sleeve of her wet sweater. Happy to have made it back to land, and desperately needing warmth and a shower, we.