"Thank god that Hank has all the sex he could want," Robin thought to herself as she rode in the small personal transport pod from One Fairview Square...to the capital complex. Robin mused how she would present her invitation."How about I simply accept your hospitality?" Hank said. "No, Ms. Tyson, I'm not psychic. I just know that you have a strong need to keep tabs on me for the next few days. I figured this out by putting myself in your shoes, Director. You know me by now. You've dealt with me. He started narrating an incident. Once she started having periods and her periods are usually heavy on the second and third day. She wontedly did not keep the sanitary pad and she slept on the bed as usual. When i woke up in the morning i saw she was sleeping under a pool of thick blood along with watery substance, i was shocked to see that and started panicking and trying to wake her up but she did not respond, i was sweeting and she opened her eyes and smiled and pulled me onto her and pulled. You name it . Eventually giving up and sitting on a chair at the end of the bed. Grabbing my chips and continuing my perverted stare between her thighs. Her pussy lip had slid all the way out from my rocking her body back and forth trying to wake her . And I just sat there. Staring at it while eating a bag of lays lol. As the bag became more and more empty. Inevitably , the devil on my shoulder decided to speak up . "Touch it " " Nobody is going to know" "What she doesn't know won't hurt her". I groaned, my hips involuntarily thrusting toward her hand. I had not had sex since my divorce six months ago nor during the separation, another three months. Her fingers tightened round the shaft. She stroked me. Her hand left me and I groaned again. She stood, unfastened her long skirt, and stepped out of. She was as nude beneath it as she had been beneath the sweater. Her mound was shaven, bare except for a little encircled pentacle tattooed just inside her right thigh. Her lips glistened.