There wasn't really a good way for me tobroach the subject, and he apparently didn't have much to say."So..." I eventually said."So," he responded."Yo... know what's weird?" I asked."The fact that a figment of my imagination is standing in front of me,while my office has become deserted in the interim?" He really had noclue."That too, I guess, but whatever. It's like, I felt you there before Ieven made it in here, but you look like you were sitting here the wholetime." What are you talking. Still no resistance. I decided to move a step further, and started caressing her shoulders through the nighty she was wearing. I then slowly moved my hand towards her right breast, and placed my palm on it. This was heaven! This was the first time ever I had placed my hand on a woman’s breast. It was not a direct contact, because she was wearing a nighty. I wanted to press my hand a little, but did not have the guts to do that. Suddenly, I could sense a change in her breathing pace. I panicked. Obedience was paramount. Donna gritted her teeth tokeep the words from escaping as the sound of her moans and labored breathing filled the room. The buzz in her brain continued even after he pulled away. He laid next to her, watching as she returned to reality.As he pulled her lower lip down slightly with his finger, her mouth automatically opened. He delicately slid the cold soft pulp between her expectant lips. She swished it around in her mouth trying to discern itsidentity. Could she guess. I was at my max hard as I could get but I don’t know her boobs in my face just made me go on another level. Hard then I have ever been. Without saying anything she just sat down in a way that made her slide on to my cock. It was not smooth seeing that I was not wet as a little time went by after the blow job. She was not wet seeing that I didn’t get time to please.My mind went away from this moment and I was just thinking of the last time I went down on a girl. I have this way of making girls.