“What’s that for” she quizzed. “Welllll, you remember what happened last time” he grinned.“There no need for that now” she whispered… ...“Unless you want to wear it” she added shaking her head.He threw it to the floor then positioned himself over her like he was going to do a push up. Paula took hold of his cock and guided it to her wet hole as he slowly lowered himself down. He paused, then pushed inside her. She instantly let out the first of many moans, moans that throughout the night would get. It’s like…like I've been missing something all my life, and that something is you." She gazed up at him, her eyes boring into his. "You shouldn't say such things," she admonished, but didn't mean it. "You make a woman want..." "Want what?" he prompted. She took a deep breath. "Want to be kissed," she finished. He hesitated a long moment. She understood. When he leaned into her, brought his mouth toward hers, it was her chance to pull away and escape. Yet she couldn't even bring herself to pull. I tried to remember the entire drive from Rachel’s to my condo. I drew a blank. My chest tightened and the droplets of sweat rolled off my brow and down my face. I couldn't shake the feeling that was getting stronger with each passing second, that I was wide awake.The young, sexy tormentor sat back down and frowned as she said, “It's a shame what they did to your suit, Mr. Renard. You look absolutely dashing in it. Is it a Hugo Boss?”I ignored her question and replayed the events of the evening. ’ In unison, Wendy and Jane raised their knees, spreading their boot-covered legs wide open. Standing up and leaning far over the top of his desk, Brad strained to gaze deeply up into the inviting pink depths of both hot, horny, wide- open pussies laying before him. Brad simply couldn’t remain at his desk any longer. Leaping right over his desktop, kicking papers all over the floor in his haste to reach his naked wife and her equally-naked blonde lover, Brad eagerly ran over to his two favorite.