The door to the office slams harder than I mean it to behind me and her eyes shoot to mine, silently questioning what’s wrong. I grumble ‘sorry’...as I move to my desk along the opposite wall from hers. I plop into my chair and grab for the large iced tea she gets me every day just as I hear Jack say, ‘Hey, Lys, how ’bout catching a movie with me tonight?’ Everything inside me seems to pause, anxious to hear her answer. Though I feign enormous interest in unwrapping my spicy chicken sandwich, out. Der Funke muss schon richtig rüber springen, an vielen Abenden haben wir auch einfach nur Spass unter uns. An der Bar mag ich es höflich und charmant, im Bett leidenschaftlich, dreckig und wild.Besuch in einer frivolen Bar. Anfangs trage ich ein kurzes Minikleid, High Heels oder Plateau. Später wird es weniger. Ich trage tatsächlich keinen Slip, den ganzen Abend über nicht. Mein Freund meint selbst, er gibt gerne mit mir an und er ist stolz auf mich.Im Raucherraum an einem Stehtisch, zieht er. I should have cancelled right there but I didnt The whole time I was chatting with him, I kept visualizing him with my wife. How would he approach her, his technique, his hands on her were some things that made me wonder. I also thought of my fantasy. In fantasies everything goes perfect. In reality, things could go very bad and this guy was certainly not her type but thats what intrigued me. If my wife passed him in a grocery store she would never give him a second look. The thought of him. The stimulation of his skin against my nipples was almost keeping my orgasm going by itself. Without thinking I shifted my body around and faced my Son. I shuddered as I rubbed my pussy onto his dick. Without wasting another second I forced my vagina onto his cock. I moaned out loud. The sensation of his dick in my pussy was almost more than all of the previous sensations combined. As I rode him, I’m pretty sure the fluid from my pussy was continuously gushing out. I instinctively brought my.