She had on a T-shirt and tight skirt. Sex “Oh, I’ve been here before.”
Joyce looked hot in her shirt and tight fitting blue jeans. I took my fingers and wiped the cum off her pretty face. Man, was my mind working overtime. I felt like a rabbit on Viagra after an oyster dinner. The fit of her jeans accentuated every curve of her young butt and lovely legs. It was in an industry that I was unfamiliar with, though the work itself was for the most part second nature. This made me feel more alive than I had been used to after years in a boring marriage. I opened it just enough so that Debbie could see me sniff the panties and no one else. I could always move out of town and get a paper route or something, worse comes to worse. She grabbed my shaft and started stroking me up and down. Her perfectly applied lipstick matched her nails and her open toed heels. John was the type of guy who never even took the time for a proper lunch, preferring to run around the office with a sandwich hanging out of his mouth.
