She must have left this by the side of the door because I didn’t see it earlier. “Now, I’d like some coffee please.”“Oh, forgive me, where a...e my manners. Butterscotch?”“Naturally my good man and please be quick about it.”I hurried into the kitchen in a state of growing anticipation. Tamsin was in charge tonight. I had brewed the butterscotch coffee that we both loved and brought it out on a tray with my best Wedgwood china. As I set the tray down on the coffee table, I could tell that she. .. at that time i was surfing in internet and thinking oh my last night in club. I felt too tired of high music and dancing. I was thinking the about dancing moment with stranger, when i was touching her hips and making body contact to each other through our clothes. but thats another story...in a few minutes we are called in to the bosses office to get our things to do. we went in and set in front of her table.the thought i got when i entered room, was to fuck her somehow. I was ready to do. She just chuckled and undid my shorts. We continued to make out and disrobe each other until we were both butt naked and sweaty with heat and lust.“I love sweaty sex” she gasped as she bent over and began giving me head. Her technique was perfect and well practiced. When she finally came back up for air she licked my chest then turned and laid back in the boat throwing her legs over my shoulders and I began eating that sweaty slit as she humped my face washing it with sweat and come. I grabbed. I was intrigued by several pages of ladies in various posses of undress. The sight of girdles and bras and panties and garter belts and then over a couple of pages, silky slips and camisoles and finally nighties......Lace, lace, lace, and silk. On the first occasion I had I went through my mother's drawer and lifted and felt these mysterious garments. One day I was sitting in a chair with the catalogue open on my lap. I held it there with my legs crossed and discovered that if I moved my foot.