"I come cheap, every time I come!" She had said the word as if it was spelled cee--you--em. She heard him take a breath in. She straightened up, and t...rned toward him, a lascivious smile on her face.He said, "R-Red burgundy! That's Laura's favorite. But I guess you know that already." No, I didn't. But how about that? Where somewhat alike after all, she and I. Now if I can get her to wear mini-skirts, we'd be two peas on a pod!" She laughed."Good luck with that, Lana. She's not the mini-skirt. ’ I responded, ‘I didn’t do anything. I just came over. I had a lot of fun. Maybe we can do it again sometime.’ ‘I’m sure my family would like that,’ she said. ‘After you left, my mom and dad were talking about you. They really liked you, especially my mom. She said that you are a perfect boy for me. But my Dad said that even intelligent boys with good grades are still boys. I’m not sure what he meant by that but my mom said it was way past time that they start trusting me to do what was right. Couple that with being away from my wife for a week, especially when her phone calls are as much about what she and Lisa are doing as anything else, and I am not a happy camper. The two short episodes of phone sex we share are enough to take the edge off, but not enough to slow my growing hunger for Leigh. If I had listened better, I would have had a better idea of what was coming. Leigh is trying to give me all the essential information I need to deal with Lisa when I get back. Her phone sex. Lynda fumbled for his zipper and in no time at all she had his pants down around his ankles. She took his awesomely hard youthful cock in her hand and hefted it briefly. Although she was dying to wrap her lips around his girth and suck him until he jazzed in her mouth, what she really needed right at that moment was a deep hard fuck. “Oh fuck me Jack!” she commanded him. With ever growing confidence, Jack picked her up and carried her to her desk. She wrapped her hands around his strong.