I dream of it and imagine it, holding it, kissing it, touching, stroking it and feeding it in all of my holes! I need both hands!” She gave out a throaty chuckle. Sex I am desperate to take a deep sniff but know that will disclose my position. From her pretty stocking clad toes all the way up to her flat belly her skin seems to be trembling uncontrollably. “Now imagine that hard young cock ramming deep into your slutty snatch!”
Pete’s breathlessness suggests that he too is busy eagerly pleasuring himself too. Denied a daily fix, I have to keep thinking up new and inventive ways to slip round and see her, finding the most stupid of queries on the most simple of cases. The office is as empty, the first of my co-workers doubtless still battling the trains. It’s always a black thong in my dreams and fantasies and whenever a hint has inadvertently been revealed in the past. I just wish for Pete to command her, his wife, to finger herself once more.
