Leaves on the lawn, gold and green. They lie where they fall, rich and restive, kissed by a cooling sun. Bare branches are once more braced against th... snap. The world is huddling into itself. Warm breath finds cool air. An ice-blue sky with the flavour of mint. All is texture. Time is a flywheel whirring in reverse, whistling softly. Today I will take the metro, at the same time of course. The wheels will squeak and squeal in just the same way. I will breathe in the people and the scent of. That night, Zoe asked if she could sleep in my bed again, to which I agreed, because the storm seemed to be coming back.When she was ready for bed, she came to my room and slipped into bed beside me, again putting my arms around her waist. We both went off to sleep again a little while later, but I was then awoken by a strange feeling on my hand. My middle finger felt hot compared to the rest, and a little moist as well. When I was fully awake I realised why… it was knuckle deep in my 9 year. That gorgeous mouthdropped open in shock before splitting into a beautiful grin that would have melted my heart, if the sight of her cleavage threatening to burst out of that white blouse hadn’t already affected another part of my anatomy. I had already been hard before arriving at the library. In fact that was the reason I was there, she had told me that she was going to spend the day there. I was too hard to focus at work, too hard to listen to endless meetings and arguments. I needed my. I laughed at it, and felt flattered that someone in this huge complex had the hots for me, knowing I was a recent divorcee he possibly felt I was in need of his services.Every day I would receive another part of the genitalia, his balls and so forth and as long as I never reported it, he became bolder and I more curious.Then last week as I sat in my office with surrounding frosted glass, I removed my panties and started a masturbation session with a porn clip on my iPad, a housewife flashing a.