She'd never really noticed before that Atwood's assistant had that conservative, sexy librarian look going on. Jules waited until the woman glanced he... way again and when she finally did, Jules flashed one of her patented "hey, since we're both sitting here, why don't we take a few moments to chat" smiles. The secretary didn't even crack a smile. She just politely ignored Jules and went back to typing. Jules shrugged to herself and sighed again. It's not like she was at the top of her game this. What I was doing was not right and I knew that. I suspected that Mandy kept in touch with Jake and fucked him when he came home from college but now that she was headed to college, I hoped that short, embarrassing chapter in my life was gone. Life was normal for 4 years during Mandy’s college experience. I resumed my regular sex life with my husband, and it was almost as if the last few years didn’t happen. As I predicted, Jake and Mandy reconnected during her sophomore year in college and. One mirror, on one of the long sides of the ballroom, was a new addition and enormous in size. It measured around 3.5 meters wide and 2.5 meters high. Its gold frame was in an ornate old French style and looked straight out of a French Chateau. The owners had decided for soft French wall lights, complementing the main chandeliers. For this occasion, different large baroque lounges with small teak tables were s**ttered throughout the ballroom, creating an intimate atmosphere where guests could. It was cold enough to cause her nipples to harden. That wasn't enough of a reaction it seemed. Soon she felt the lips of her pussy being opened and a long cold object filling her. "It's ice" she thought as she felt the first melted drip roll down her long legs. As he began to move the ice in and out of her, driving her berserk his other hand began icing her breast. When she was totally soaked, not just from the ice, he announced that he had a few errands to run but would return later. "Don't.