She'll want tosee for herself! So I told her to come by and see for herself." Believe what? About us? Mavis knows about us? Won what? How?" This ...as getting more and more complicated. Irksome. Annoying. Worse, embarrassing. Why was Gwen leaving me here?"Of course she knows about us. Everyone in the office knows aboutus. We scarcely kept this a secret, the way we'd greet each otherin the morning, and then disappear for two hour lunches."My heart was sinking. "But why leave me like. I leaned in, hungry with lust. I put my lips to his neck and thought, gawd, even his neck is hard! I opened my mouth and gently pressed my teeth into his muscular neck, then gave it a soft lick and sprinkled it with salt. I took my shot. I pulled my pink silk blouse down to just above my nipple, I wasn’t wearing a bra, I pushed my perky, full, bare chest towards him and told him “your turn again”. As he motor boated my boobs and prepared them for salt, I ran my hand up his inner thigh. He. ‘In fact 15 years ago. At least.’She nodded. ‘Yes. I suppose it must be. How time flies.’From the way in which my grandmother had spoken about Mrs Hattersley, I was expecting a bookish middle-aged widow. I expected her to be wearing a sensible granny-type skirt – probably in lovat or navy blue – and maybe a floral blouse or even a twinset. The fact that she answered the door wearing what appeared to be lime green silky pyjamas was a complete surprise. As was. So we took each end of it in our mouth and slowly finished it with a french kiss with our salivas exchanging. She was just too emotional seeing me after such a long time.She came on top of me and gave me a tight hug and slept in that position (remember we were nude). She got up when she realized that something is poking her just beneath her belly. Then again we started out the second round. The pain was still there but our hunger for each other overpowered the pain.After starting on missionary.