Because I wasn't horny back then. Well, when I'm horny, I wanted to do dirty things with somebody on the spot but, when my horny-ness lessens, I quick...ly hate the things I'm doing and the things I had thought about. I don't understand, but that's how the thing goes.One day, I become so horny and I remember my post on the internet. I think, it's been two months since I opened up my secret emailMy inbox was full of emails and phone numbers, but I deleted all that has no photo attachments.One email. And perhaps that very night to come it would happen... that moment of splendor she had almost reached not so many hours before... !Max Keele was more than pleased with his new secretary, Carol Heath, not only in her capable efficiency, but the twenty-two- year-old strawberry blonde possessed a face and body worthy of constant admiration, her shapely, miniskirts] thighs and calves doing much to brighten up his ancient somber office. Her husband, Jack, had been a needed addition to his staff,. I reached for it having decided to watch it and finger myself before going to sleep. I accessed the video's and could not find any recordings, 'Fuck, Fuck, fuck', I cursed myself and Julie, who probably deleted them in her revenge reverse recording.Eventually I started to doze off, exhausted and frustrated, and as I dreamt, my befuddled brain reminded me all videos were sent to the 'Cloud', our crazy fuck sessions were in the cloud.As I slept sex was playing a big part in my dreaming, my poor. Our hips gyrate together, sliding the shaft of my cock between your cheeks. You reach back with one hand and grab the back of my head, guiding my mouth to your neck. I kiss and nibble at your skin as my fingers find your hard clit. My other hand cups your breast as my fingers squeeze your nipple. Your other hand reachs out for the showerhead and directs the spray of warm water down your body. Your hand slips under mine, your fingers rubbing your own clit. “Put a finger inside me,” you moan,.