She sat on the edge of my desk, her legs dangling, her skirt, short and tantalizing. As she swung her legs back and forth I would get peeks of her pa...ties. I couldn't tell if that was on purpose or accidental.The company sponsored an old-fashioned bowling league and Carol was captain of one of the teams. Carol wore her shortest dress to go bowling in. I sat in the back chairs and watched as she twirled the ball down the alley and her skirt would flounce up. All the guys cheered each time. The house clean, the laundry washed and put away. At home looking pretty for him when he walked through the door, to show off in public. And it was always that way.She felt she did her duty by him all these years. She had gotten married so very young, at the age of only 15 with her parent's permission, just a baby herself so she was relatively still a young woman. Attractive still with long dark hair, pale skin and big dark eyes and a pretty good figure too, after carrying one daughter whom she. Need takes over as our dance of desire quickens. We move with grace around the room, the shards of broken glass from a vase, as forgotten and inconsequential as our reasons for parting. Our whirlwind of lust gliding us, guiding us around the room, a path of sexual destruction. Two naked bodies becoming one. Fingers, mouths, tongues and teeth; burning paths of pleasure over each others skin. Thighs part as our fingers probe, so eager and demanding, a yearning no longer restrained. Moans escape. ” “You’re a little minx. I can see how wet your pussy is getting. Why don’t you get off of it and let me take a little taste. You know I’ve always thought you were such a sexy girl.” “But what would my mother think?” “She won’t know. I know you want me to lick your sweet, tight, pussy. Get off that fucking thing and spread your legs. Let me pleasure you.” “You promise you won’t tell my mother?” “I won’t tell her anything. Now get off that thing and come here.” I turned the Sybian off. My.