Then he suddenly asked if your boyfriend is ok that you are here with me. I replied, “I don’t have any boyfriend.”He said, “Don’t lie. I don...��t believe it. You are beautiful and you must have a boyfriend.” I told him, “I had a boyfriend but I broke up with him. Now I don’t want any.’ He said sorry about my breakup. I asked, “Have you any girlfriend?” He replied, “I am married and 52 years old. Who wants to be a girlfriend of this old man?”I said, ‘Your age doesn’t matter because you are so. We cooled our heels for a while, until word came down that one of our parts suppliers had screwed-up an order and they were going to have to double-check everything from one end to the other to find all the out-of-spec parts. We were told to clock out and go home while the QA guys sorted it out.With all the OT I'd been putting in, I was fine with losing a couple of regular hours. I punched-out and headed home.When I pulled into our driveway, Kimber's MiniCooper wasn't in the carport. I sat with. I turned around, but was held by strong hands at my side. This gesture told me immediately who it was. ‘Get off me, Piers.’ ‘Oh?’ I heard his deep voice, amused at the fact that I wasn’t struggling, but clearly vaguely disappointed. That was why I wasn’t wriggling to get free, not some erotic desire that involved Piers and being under his control — although I had caught myself touching myself to that several times, only to realize what I was doing and stop at once. ‘Are you sure you aren’t. "Yes," she hissed. "You love me that way and you know it." True, all true." He kissed his way down her neck, and then moved lower, taking her boob into his mouth. He sucked on her nipple, making her groan, and moved his hand between her leg. "Oooh, baby-making turns my Pookie on," he said, after feeling how wet she was."Uh-huh," she groaned. Warren slipped a finger into her and it slipped right in. "Oh, God, honey!" she gasped. After a minute or two of that, she rubbed the back of his head and.