To main fir apne husband ka hath pakad ke romantic hone lagi or flirt karne lagi, or vo driver hume dekh rha tha, fir halwai ne awaz lagai or mere hus...and khana lene gye, aur main apne mobile ko table pe round karke ghumane lagi, or is chakkar me mobile driver ki table ke pass gir gya jo hamare next me thi. main phone uthane jhuki to mere boobs suit me se expose hue or vo dekhne laga, main jhat mobile utha ke upar hui or fir mere husband bhi aa gye, or vo driver khana kha ke utha or Halwai ke. So I tryto get out of bed without disturbing her, and OH GOD my ASS isKILLING me, what did I sit on last night or what did I try to crap,a watermelon? And my face feels stiff and crusted, did I throw up? Jan'll kill me if I drank too much again. I better get into ashower or better soak my ass in a hot tub for a while, and get someaspirin fast for God's sake.So I take two steps and my feet get tangled in this bright reddress, it has a big wide short skirt with white lace. Her gaze tickling my clit. My cunt is throbbing. Our hands still on the glass. One on the other.Her hand leaves her breast. Mine leaves my breast. She brushes her pussy. Parts her legs. Parts her lips. My hand in my leggings, parting my lips. My cunt is wet. Sensitive. Swollen. Quivering.She falls to her knees. Sits on haunches, knees apart. I see her wetness. I see her clit. Hard, pink. Lips, like mine, open, welcoming. I fall to my knees, on haunches like her. Push my leggings and panties. ” I looked at Dave all pouting, so he promised that we could have a nooner. That cheered me up a little. I went to work and I felt all deliciously naughty at the office all morning, in fishnets and mini. Did any of my coworkers sense that I was pantiless? Dave stopped by my desk at 11:00 a.m. and whisked me off in his car back to his place. I hadn’t noticed, until I tugged his belt open, that he had button fly jeans on. He knows I love the sweet sexy pop-pop-pop as I rip open his jeans to get.