But it's fun, isn't it?" Meanwhile, Jennifer had stood up and gone into Steve's arms. He was melting her with a kiss. Turning to Brian Clifford, Ken s...id, "Brian, your fiancée helped us a lot earlier in the afternoon. Do you have anything you would care to say?" Yes, sir, I do," Brian replied. He, too, stood behind his girl and put his hands on her shoulders. Karen writhed in pleasure as he worked on the muscles in her neck and shoulders. "Thank you, Mr. Carlson, for giving me a chance to. She was getting close and needed to reach her crescendo. She reached down with her free hand and released my cock from its jeans. That was the tool she now needed. After a few long strokes from her hand, my penis was primed. On my knees, I pulled her forward in the chair and slid my member into her inviting, warm pussy. We tongue-kissed while I applied the elongated, pulsing thrusts she needed to release her orgasm. She did so with long, guttural groans. Once her groans turned to moans and. The only part of her apartment that was kept clean was the kitchen. Cooking was one of the only activities in her life that kept her sane these days. There was so much work to be done at the law firm that she couldn’t even manage to get an extra day off to go home for Thanksgiving. She cooked a pot of beef stew and sat down to eat. Her mind wandered to the thought of spending Thanksgiving alone. Maybe she should make a turkey? No, there was no one to share it with. Normally on Thanksgiving, she. I know just what you need.’ Naomi made a call and then put up a sign that said back in 5 minutes. I hoped she meant her replacement would be there by then and not that she could only give me 5 minutes. Even horny as hell I would need more than that. Naomi led me back past the yoga studio and her message studio. I saw Raoul through the window in the door. He was wearing the same pants that drove me wild. I’m sure the rest of his students were feeling it too. He turned his head toward the door.