His clothes on, he looked around a bit confused, then suddenly remembered what he'd done with his sock. "Oh, right," he said, pulling it out of my va...gina. After a few moments, Morund said, "Leave us, Darns." When he was gone, "Kneel next to my desk, right here next to me and lay your tits on it." I did this, feeling my brow furrow. I thought it was over. It guess it was, sort of. He worked on papers and on his computer. Occasionally, deep in thought about who knows what, he. Shit, no panties either; she did a twirl, then bent and pulled herself open, little ass-ring winking above a shiny swollen pussy.'Bottomless too, and if you want me to tell you what Mr. McCarthy said, you're going to have to give me your considered opinion on progress so far.' I stood up and grabbed her, twisting her round and bending her over the table. Her sore breasts slipped over her half-finished plate and she squealed as the warm sauce spread over them, but I kept one hand on her neck. I love married women, cos they are good in bed. I prefer married woman most of the time. I even lost my virginity to a married woman when I was 17. women can contact me anytime. This is my hangout id as well. Feel free to drop in.Let me come to the story. One day I was so bored and was fiddling with my phone and opened wechat to see if I can chat with any strangers. Mostly no one will reply to the message you send. You get only a few replies, cos most profile will be fake.I sent msgs to all. Pretty quickly she came back with "I think you have the wrong number" and a crying laughing emoji- so at least I had her intriuged. I texted back "Nice one, don't try and wind me up" and she obviously came back insisting she wasn't. I gave it the old "I must have written it down wrong" and she was laughing saying perhaps she had deliberately given me the wrong number to brush me off. Anyway the ice was broken and we started chatting.I was still in touch with hubby and was keeping him up to date.