He got the message aright because when he entered the bedroom he was down to his boxer shorts and no shirt looking divine. ‘I have always yearned fo...r you, Linda, if only you knew!’ he said in that very sexy voice and I saw his hands between his crotch, slightly massaging there. I told him that was my job and when he relaxed on the bed I whispered that for a very long time I had wanted him lock, stock and barrel ‘And cock too I hope’ he came out with such a devilish grin I found myself instantly. . and it just got more and more..." Trish's voice began to get huskier as she spoke. Her legs began to move together under the covers as she described it, and her breathing became deeper."Details ... I want details..." I grinned. This was getting interesting and I had no intention of letting her get away with the cliff notes version."She was ... oh god, it was so hot. She was grinding on me, and I was on her, and I could feel us both getting so close, and then when she came, I could feel her. “They’re your friends,” he’d told Letitia. But, when he actually got there, he had fun with them. The orchestra welcomed SOs; and there had even been an economist who was informed enough about global warming to give a good argument. She was the SO of one of the bassists. As it was, Letitia had to tell him that it was time to go. They took the Brown Line to the Belmont stop. On the ride north, Quentin watched Letitia’s profile against the slight glow from the east. She looked away from him. As I walk in I hear moaning come from the basement and know he is masturbating, sometimes he can be so insatiable. I start to laugh inside and think I could have a little fun with this. I strip down to my lace bra and thong and walk down the stairs as quietly as I can. He is facing away from me and I watch him stroke his big cock. I never fail to get turned on by the site of it. My pussy starts to tingle at the thought of all the things I have done with that cock. I walk up behind his.