She?s early, of course, early enough thatthe interviewer hasn?t yet arrived for the morning. She decidesto freshen up in the ladies? room; it?s really... just an excuse to trace thosewelts on her breast again, to indulge in a couple moments thinking of himbefore reality interferes, intrudes. Those marks, those welts remind her whoshe is, who she is to him. She lifts her skirt, one hand holding it up whilethe other strokes her pussy. Relax, she thinks. Relax, it?s just another idiotinterviewer who. Giving out a low groan, I just lay there for a minute. Then I hear it, the noise of the floorboards outside my room. I look up at my door, it was slightly open. I was sure I had closed it. I quickly clean myself and threw a pair of boxers on. I peer outside my room but there was no signs of anyone and the only light was coming from my room. I don't know if Mom was home yet so it could have been her or It could have been Hailey, she got home before Marc left. "How long were they there for? Where. Short dark hair, kind of page boy. I'd slicked back my hair with gel, and my bangs would kind of swoop over my forehead."I was alarmed that Jen was talking like she had already decided to do it. "But I love your blond hair. And I like your hair long." I know, honey, I was just thinking about it. It was just something Ralph said. He said he likes girls with short dark hair. He said I'm the first blond he has ever dated." My knees became weak when Jen said that. The thought of my wife dating. Sue started to play with my cock with her foot and before long, it was getting hard. She stood up in front of me and dropped her skirt to her feet, now totally naked she dropped to her knees between my parted legs and wrapped her big tits around my stiff cock.My cock end looked spectacularly each time it popped from her tits and soon pre cum was forming from the slit. Sue bent her head and licked each new bead as it formed. I started to buck up off the sofa pushing more of my cock through her.