Heightened to the point of the memory was more real than the current event. That was usually a good thing, so far.Jen left my place with a cup of my c...offee. I sent her coffee home in one of the many cheap ceramic cups I had bought in my old life. I bought them by the dozen for just such occasions. I hated Styrofoam in any form. No I am not environmentally friendly, they just add taste to things which should not have the taste of plastic. Of course by that time it wouldn't have made any. As I locked the office door and headed downstairs I could feel a familiar wetness in my knickers. I popped my head round the door of his office. “Ready to go?” I asked Rob with my most inviting smile. He grinned back at me, looking as cute as ever and making me blush for no apparent reason other than he was well aware just how much I wanted to fuck him. Shame about his girlfriend. We walked to the car exchanging the usual pleasantries; he was the most polite man I'd ever met. If only he knew. She was staring contentedlyinto the distance, past the softly babbling river that flowed beneaththe pub veranda where they had chosen to spend the dying embers ofanother working week. The sun, getting lower in the early evening sky,was illuminating her soft blonde hair as she sighed happily andreturned his loving gaze."Shall we have another drink?" she asked, circling the top of her wineglass with her perfectly manicured nail.How could they not have another drink Nathan thought, as he raised. I put my hands onto her back, just at the top of her buttocks, and linked my fingers, holding her in place, and I continued to work my mouth gently back and forth on her clit, with just a tiny bit of suction from my mouth, and she immediately started to moan and gyrate her pelvis in my face. She squeezed her magnificent thighs against my head, and I heard her say, “Ohhh,…,…, ughh!”, then, with a strain in her voice, “Wayne! You’re gonna make me come with your mouth! Ohhhhh!!! Where did you.