It was driving me crazy, that I only got to play with cocks today and not to be fucked by one. The only attention my pussy got was while I was in the...shower, and my wondering fingers worked their magic. This didn’t fully distract me from the job at hand, and that was Mr. Anderson’s cock in my mouth.That was until he stopped me, just so he could finish removing his pants and boxers, and take off his shirt.My VP as I called Mr. Anderson, motioned me to a kitchen stool, but before I sat down he. Burning into his palm like a poker. He caressed her breasts so gently. She could feel the warmth growing deep inside her. Flooding through her body, her skin and fingers so tingly. His hand slipped to the buttons on the dress and undid them one at a time. Each one building the intensity of her sensations, Soon he would be able to feel her flesh, the desire she had deep inside.Wanda could feel his excitement growing. He was pressing on her leg, the swelling. So hard and thick it seemed. God how. It was a Friday evening in monsoon.She was supposed to leave by 6 but as my parents were out she was suggested to stay with me till my parents arrive. Suddenly it started to rain. She then realized that the cloth was hanged for drying in the upstairs. She called me for help. We both went upstairs and she took the cloth and gave it to me. It continued. As it was windy I was holding it on my shoulders.We had enough lighting though it was dark.After taking our cloth we came to a shelter which is. There was nothing to see but that gun barrel, but there were kids in the room possibly dying because they had no medical help. Ah, there it was. I could hear sirens out in the street. Either the cops or the medics, or maybe both, were finally coming to our rescue.Nevertheless, we couldn't wait. Being careful to stay shielded by the wall, I grabbed the gun barrel and pulled. Dammit, that thing was hot! But I did not dare turn loose. I fell back and the gun began to fire, probably by accident. In.