Thoughts of the rabbit vanished when I saw the pink shorts draped over a bush. On top of another bush lay a black tee-shirt. And something else pink. ...Panties. My eyes shifted from the panties to the sound of splashing. Bent over, I ran to an outcrop of volcanic rock and ducked behind it. I peered around the big rock.Maria was squatting waist deep in the stream, splashing water on her bare chest and under her arms. I noticed some dark hairs growing there. But my eyes were riveted on her breasts.. . you’ve got this number?”“Yes, sir. Is there anything else?”“Not at present, thank you.”It was, in fact, less than half an hour before my phone rang.“Hello?”“Good afternoon; am I speaking to Mister Steven Thompson?”“You are. And who am I speaking to?” (Yeah, I know it should be ‘to whom am I speaking? But who talks like that? Um ... Yeah. I know a few.)“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m Franz van Walters. Director for Icomsec North Midlands. Thank you for calling. I need to apologise for the way you were. ” She continued playing with her boobs. They were lovely, pendulous and luscious with dark centers. I wanted so badly to touch them I was practically drooling. Charity continued to squeeze her delicate fruits then fanned her nipples pebble taut with the spread fingers of both hands.I nodded my head eagerly, but kept my seat this time.“Would you like to watch me play with my clit?” Without hesitation, I made another donation into the slot in the box. She hiked up her dress and spread her legs. I know, you are thinking “Yeah, right.” However, when this opportunity arose at work I had to take advantage of it. You see I have this strong desire to do anal, I love anal sex, and that's about the only thing my wife will have nothing to do with. We tried it once when we were both pretty drunk and I guess I got a little over excited and pushed too hard and fast. She said it hurt so much she'd never try it again. I'm sure; it's her refusal even to talk about it, which makes me want it so much.