I was deep in a zone, working at a steady pace when the knock at the door startled me. I looked up and one of the girls was standing there. “There�...�s a woman looking for you,” she said lightly. I didn’t have a secretary or assistant. Roger had picked a male assistant.I thanked her and got up to go to the door. There was Jennifer, looking uncertainly around the room. She’d been here before, but there had been a different attitude then. It had been more relaxed and laid back. People had been. I was now successful in removing her panty to side with her help and now my thumb was sliding slowly in and out of her wet hot pussy. I was enjoying this and want her to give me more access but soon I realized that we are in a crowded bus and her hubby was standing nearby. I was busy enjoying finger fucking her in a crowded bus and her eyes were closed enjoying with rhythm, as her ass was moving in slow motion to help me. I soon realized that she was forced ahead which was further helping me in. Our sex life and our life in general, have been just great. There were times when I made Grant stay home from work just so we could have more sex. Even up until the point nine months ago when I got pregnant, we had hooky nookie, as we called it, at least once a month. And that was on top of our already robust sex life.The only problem we had was that I didn't get pregnant. I wanted to in the worst way. It wasn't just about sex, I wanted to ... I needed to feel Grant's seed growing inside of me. Sean W. Mallory. The name was spoken in English, but it was pronounced impeccably precise. Sean took Brooke’s arm and escorted her into the room, and made their way through the gauntlet that was the receiving line. The Protocol Officer had informed them of the procedure for this occasion. Since this was a formal event, they should not initiate any personal contact. Instead, the proper greeting, performed by a slight nod and a carefully achieved neutral expression and then carry on to the next.