Slim, shapely and wearing a short skirt and half top that hugged her perfect little breasts. “Hi, I’m Paul” I said and she responded in broken E...nglish, with the cutest little feminine voice, “I’m Amy” I don’t know about her, but for me it was love at first sight.We talked for awhile, the three of us. When I asked Amy if she would like to go out some time, her and her Latina friend, Layla, giggled to each other. “Do you want to come back to our place?” Amy said. It was like I was hit by a bolt. ‘I will expect the updated files on my desk by five o’clock.’ Those were the last words that I heard before everything became a blur as I released my hold on the woman’s ankles, my cock twitching as it shot load after load of my seed into Amber’s still-warm black leather pump, stifling a groan that would surely have given me away. Looking up I saw Amber get up from her chair as my boss left, straightening herself a little so as not to raise suspicion. She then popped over to the door and closed. I choose that moment to look into the old mirror and seemed to see Aunt Karen's sensuous body reflected back at me. The image had round, feminine hips, long tapered legs, a flat stomach and was crowned by her large firm breasts. This was the most powerful vision my overactive imagination had ever produced. I slowly ran my fingertips up, down and across my ribcage finally stopping when they reached my now pouting nipples. I teased and twisted each nipple, flicking the aroused flesh until. I got so turned on I jerked off watching them in the hamper. I didn't smell them or play with them, just looked. Later that day I had to go again but this time it was more. I smelled them all and rubbed my dick with them. I got so turned on I came again in the toilet. The next day I went over again and used her bathroom again. This time I did everything all over again and I squirted my cum in the basket all over her panties. I did it again later on that day. For nearly a week I went in and used.