’ Opening the door, she walked to the reception desk. The secretary looked up questioningly. ‘Good morning. I’m Shannon O’Malley. I have an ap...ointment with Mr. Johnson at 10 o’clock.’ The secretary had already checked her boss’s appointment schedule and told Shannon to have a seat. As she placed her briefcase along the chair and reached for a magazine to keep her shaking hands busy, the door to his office opened. Shannon cautiously glanced up as two gentlemen walked out. ‘Alright Allen, we’ll. “OK, OK, OK,” Cynthia replied. She apologized and said she didn’t mean to make light of our marital spat. She said she’d talk to Margaret and see what was really going on.That night, I slept on the couch a for a second night. Margaret was that hacked off. She didn’t even want to talk to me or talk at all. I called Cynthia and she said she would come over and talk with Cynthia.About an hour later and Cynthia knocked on the door. She suggested I go for a drive and allow her and Margaret to. Now, in hindsight, it was a horrible mistake and maybe saying nothing was a bad idea, because she took it as acceptance and dropped to her knees once more. I watched in stunned silence as Shannon, the woman marrying my best friend, unclasped my belt, pulled down my jeans, and wrapped her fingers around my hard shaft.She stroked my cock as I watched, now complicit in her infidelity, but it had been a few weeks since I'd had sex, so I wasn't exactly in the right state of mind to refuse. She. He picked up his rhythm until it looked to Jesse like a blur. He heard their skin slapping together and saw the young teacher’s breasts bounce with every stroke. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open as the janitor pounded into her. Jesse could not believe the speed and power Hank was using to punish her pussy.Sarah felt her mind shade over with pleasure as the janitor was now moving quickly in and out of her tender pussy. She had never felt such powerful sensations in her young body. .