”Missus Mason said, “If you guys are finished cutting the salad, we’re ready. Karen, get your dressing out. We’ll have the salad and then serv...e plates.”Karen took a jar from the fridge. She set it down and took up two large salad spoons and tossed the salad gently. “Lover, drizzle the dressing as I toss it. The object is to spread the dressing evenly through the salad items with everything mixed thoroughly.” I must understand drizzle well enough. I quit when told and put the top back on the jar. Her slight lean forward showed me she was likely a thirty-four-B or thirty-six-A, depending on the bra manufacturer.The third put one foot up on an end table to tie her shoe. She didn’t put her foot down once retied. Instead, her eyes stayed glued to the large bulge in the front of Ralph’s pants. Her fingers were doing their best to shine up her pink button.“Ok. Maybe we can discuss sex once we get you your replacement laptop. Well, that is if your name is Darren. I got a call saying a walking. My hands grasped her hips as her legs encircled my waist, squeezing me between them and pulling me deeper into her. She began wriggling seductively on her desktop, those lovely full breasts moving in time with our thrusts, her nipples surrounded with rosy pink aureoles. Her hands were suddenly entangled in her hair, and she’s mussing it, pulling on it, shaking her head side to side. The sounds she made urged me to penetrate her deeper and then pull out, only to push in again, eliciting another. "Yes, it's just an idea. He's supposed to be a special athlete. Looking never hurt." Jared said keeping his eyes on the game."You mean like looking and not touching, like yesterday?" She said with a bit of attitude."Belle, how about a little decorum. You are the AD's wife, and I work under him. Don't you find that quite inappropriate?" He asked."He hasn't worked under or over me in a long time, so I look for a little excitement from time to time. I thought I had a hook in you yesterday, but you.