My sweet snatch-coverered face twisted into a mask of pleasure as my pussy tightened on his drilling cock. Sex It all occurred in a kind of slow motion. Rocking gently together like we were dancing, the dull phud of the muted disco provided the backbeat. His kisses moved from my neck, across my shoulder, and then slowly, ever so slowly, down to the left breast. “Look, I’d better be getting showered,” I pointed out, glancing at the clock and necking another glass. If only he knew! I shifted up and began to apologise for my drunken performance. Even with the aid of coffee and analgesics, I was feeling no better by mid morning, head thumping, throat dry and hands clammy. It meant that I had to listen really hard. Lines of soapy gel caressed my skin as it descended, licking at my breasts and swirling at my feet as the week’s fatigue was washed away down the plughole. Mark says… Whilst I had little doubt alcohol had played a major part, what was I to do? Not that Gary minded unduly, a fellow batchelor, he was glad of the company and even happier with the rent supplement, besides which I was his boss. The cream jacket and skirt I’d worn to my last job a couple of summers back was totally inappropriate in
