One particular afternoon, when he sat at his desk grading other students' assignments, I could not help but stare. He was an incredibly handsome man i... his late thirties, with dark, half-long hair, a tall, toned body, and a worn face. Fantasies broke into my head, in which I was lying on his desk, naked, as he kissed me all over, his hands on my hips, his unbuckled belt running across my thighs. I wanted this imaginary Mr. Monet to grab me and make me subject to his darkest urges, but I kept. As I played with her tits she leant her head back so as I could start kissing around her neck, gently flicking my tongue against her soft skin as I felt my way up her neck towards her gasping mouth. Our tongues met and twisted around each other as she pulled hard at my dick deep inside her, I could tell that she was enjoying herself almost as much as I was! Her nipples had gone solid as I rolled them between my warm fingers; I slid my hands across them and pulled Tasmin tight to my chest. As she puts her foot down and starts to raise the other I can see a dark shadow between her legs just for an instant as she lifts her leg I can see the outline of something and then it is gone, she takes the towel that was laying on the toilet seat and begins to dry herself, as she stands there drying her arms and neck I watch as her breasts swing and sway I can see them slapping against her skin then she bends forward as she lifts a leg on to the toilet seat to dry it.Bend forward at I slight. Together they walked into the canteen. Anne picked up a salad. Stan opted for the meat-pie and potatoes that was on offer.Normally, Stan ate with a group from the Test department while Anne ate with some of her own colleagues. Today they grabbed a table for themselves. They sat together, reaching for their cutlery simultaneously, starting in on their meals with occasional glances up from concentrating on the food before them.After a couple of minutes, Stan noticed something. Neither of them had.