He was a quiet man. Unfortunately, he died last year. The children and I are very close." I'm sorry to hear about their father" John said. "I'm sure i...t was hard on them."Amy added, "We've had fun in the playroom together. I for one am glad to have them about. I enjoy Stephanie's sense of humour." Janice, and Amy," said John as he hugged them both, "Jenny will have the first baby in our new family."Both girls squealed excitedly. Janice blurted out, "Are you pregnant?" Then she clapped her hand. We drove quietly over to the office which was just a couple blocks and parked outside. The parking lot was empty, we used my pass key to enter and rode up the couple floors to our office suite. I unlocked the doors and told her to grab her phone and come down to my office. I needed just a few minutes to grab some papers and we could get right out. I unlocked my office door and began pulling some files together. I pulled off my jacket and threw it on my desk. I am still embarrassed, wondering if. I saw his hand on my raised thigh, fine fingers that appeared suited to piano playing and that took me back to being finger-fucked, where the ends of the fingers of his other hand curved upward to massage my g-spot, if there is such a thing.His tongue, meanwhile, was doing all kinds of crazy shit to my clit. Back and forth, of course, but also patterns I couldn’t quite make out. He’d lap my clit for fifteen seconds, then resume a sideways back and forth motion. Ryan had been doing this for a. I was a salesman for a successful company selling all the products that anglers could require. I was not into fishing but had the gift of the gab. In fairness to myself, I also have to admit that in the redneck family I had grown up in, I got subjected to numerous fishing expeditions as a kid. As a result, I had picked up on many angling techniques from my dad and his hick buddies. In the speciality angling stores and outdoor retailers I supplied, thankfully, there was always a smartarse who.