I will..”Me: “Can you send me a pic in morning before coming to office..about what you wearing?”Preethi: “Haha…ok will try. You don’t forg...et to get a tape”Me: “And a condom too ;)”Preethi: “Haha.. will see..ok..chalo goodnight now!”Next morning she didn’t send me her pic. I waited but as per her rules, I couldn’t message her in WhatsApp. So I pinged her once I reached officeMe: “Hi.. in office?”Preethi: “yes”Me: “Coffee?”Preethi: “Sure”So we met in the coffee area. She had worn a skirt till her. I watched her go through the living room windows, remembering how I'd often catch sight of her bare chest riding along the county road. Her hips wove down the street and out of sight.She'd come home and shed her winter coat, her scarf, her hat. She'd sweat through her tank top and would peel it off in the doorway while I watched. I would wait for her in the living room. Pretty quickly, she stopped wearing her bra. I would play at averting my eyes but twice, I caught her watching me look. Then. She has her slutty dress on, tiny underwear, and was tipsy, which made her hornier. It started off slow, I'd drive to a quiet spot, and she would suck my cock, and swallow my huge load like a good little slut :PThen, she wanted my cock so badly inside her. She begged and begged (honestly), and eventually I had to give in to that smooth, dripping pussy. She wasn't amazingly pretty, but her body, just wow.She had very long brunette hair, she usually wore in a long pony tail, but I preferred her. Marguerite came out of the kitchen and looked at the group around the dinner table. Most of the meal remained in the serving dishes or uneaten on the plates. Frowning, she knew better than to ask about the quality of the meal.Stunned by William’s news, Ed said, “I guess I’m going to be a father.”“He might be wrong,” said Linda, knowing she was wrong even as she said it. William was never wrong about things like that. She brightened and exclaimed, “I’m going to be a mother!”Kelly and Ling turned.