"There is someone in your office waiting for you. She came by about two hours ago looking for you. She was very upset. Crying," he added in a softer v...ice, as if this was an embarrassing faux pas."So you let her into my office?" Yes. Perhaps that was presumptuous of me ... I'm sorry."Mr Han looked worried, and Stern briefly considered pressing his moral advantage by pretending to be upset, but it wasn't really in his nature."Blond hair, big hooters?" That's correct," said the old man, his eyes. He pressed home and I watched as his dark chocolate helmet slipped between her pale white puffy lips. “Ohhh Fuucckk!”Karen moaned as Bob fed more and more of his cock into the tight confines of Karen’s stretching cunt. His big hands alternated between plucking at her nipples and mashing the soft mounds on her chest while his hips swung forward and back, filling and emptying the redhead’s pussy. With each thrust Karen’s breasts wobbled under his hands, his cock emerging from her wetness. He felt her wedding band against his fingers and he gripped her hand- she’d never taken it off… he wasn’t quite sure where his was. He swallowed the lump in his throat and kissed her shoulder, sliding inside her, her hips pushing up against his, her thighs against his. His lips grazed her ear, his forehead resting against hers. His voice came out hoarse as his hips met hers. ‘I’m so sorry.’ She opened her mouth to speak but he stopped her by kissing her gently. ‘I’m so sorry,’ he whispered. We were masturbating in synchronous movement, like two 'Blue-tooth Devices' connected together from afar, engaged in sexual intercourse and at last I was feeling connected to a man, a man enjoying the feel of my panties, still warm and wet from my sexual fluids, soon to be soaked by his, and I liked that, yes I was enjoying this.I was enthralled, captivated, that a man could derive so much sexual pleasure from my undergarments.I stayed focussed on his fat cock going up and down, wondering if.