Not even sure I had any with me. And well, you can probably guess, stuff happened.” “Stuff happened. You’re not going to tell me what stuff happ...ened?” “Maybe someday, but for now you can probably guess, besides, I thought we were talking about Bill knowing I didn’t usually wear underwear to work.” “Didn’t? Past tense?” “I don’t know that I have any choice, Dirk. I mean Bill knew, from knowing me before, that it was likely I wasn’t wearing underwear to work. But when he said something to me. She pulled away. "Sorry, I'm just so mixed up and afraid and mad and, oh, I don't know what I am." Well, you're sexy as hell, that's for sure." I shot back.She smiled. "Thanks, Diane's pretty lucky to have found you." I took her bag and put it up in our bedroom. She greeted my k**s and my daughter immediately took her son outside to play in the yard. Okay, maybe play isn't the operative word. Run around the yard would probably be more like it. I handed the ladies a glass of wine each and we sat. There was only his consuming lips and tasting tongue, his pressing chest and rubbing crotch, his exploring hands and squeezing fingers. I gave myself wholly to him, and would’ve consummated the act without a second thought, but Brandon had the wherewithal to pick me up, and avoid disaster. It had taken him considerable force to separate us, though it felt like most of that force had been exerted on himself. He was breathing heavily, his eyes wild with desire, a desire that had already. Removing her hand she moved forward and put a finger in her mouth, licking it clean. She then went back to her box and pulled out a full and large cucumber, ‘still cold’ she cooed.Spreading her legs she pulled the thong aside and rubbed the end of it on her tight, wet slit. At that point she noticed my cock was dripping precum like a waterfall. ‘mmmm’ she moaned and moved over to me. She placed her nipple on my helmet and allowed a good deal of my sweetness to dribble onto her breast. She then.