во- первых, мне и в самом деле особо заняться было нечем, во-вторых, выходные сидеть...в городе просто осточертело, уже просто тянуло на природу, ну, и в-третьих, помнится, в офисе постоянно выдавались даже не сплетни, а так, случайные реплики, что Колян "играет за другую команду", в смысле, что он гей.Разум говорил - стоп! Что, прошлого раза мало, опять хочется историй на свою жопу? Но именно это и манило - секс в жопу, если упростить и огрубить. Успокаивало и то, что Кольку все считали реально. I grabbed a bottle of lotion from my desk, unsipped my pants releasing my throbbing cock. I lubed it up with one hand as I continued to finger her butt. We were both as ready as we would ever be, so, I pulled my fingers out and positioned my cock at her butt entrance. The head flatted out against her tiny hole. I reached around and started to strum her clit. I pushed harder, getting just the tip starting to penetrate. Mrs. M. was gritting her teath but, encouraging me to fuck her. Working her. I could feel her smiling too as she walked beside me, holding on to my arm with both hands.It had become my habit to scan the ranch when I walked. Even though the Russian threat seemed to have been dealt with, at least until we could get to New York next week, I still looked for signs of hostility. And as with many habits, I had gotten used to everything being 'all clear'.So I was surprised when I actually detected a sniper, some 200 to 250 yards behind me. I stopped dead in my tracks."Grace,. Oh shit!" (Rustling sounds)L: "What?"R: "The fucking door. Someone's at the door. Look, let me answer it and I'll get back to you, okay love?"L: "Yeah sure. If for some reason ya can't, I won't be home 'til Monday. I'm going to Vermont with Kevin, so call me on Monday for sure, right?"R: You got it kiddo. Bye Love."L: "Kisses baby."(Click.)Monday, April 26, 1999, it is 8 PM.L: "Hello?"R: "Hi Lisa. How'd the weekend go?"L: "Great, Rach, Kevin and I managed to snuggle up a couple times without.