. let me think about it. I will let you know tomorrow.” I was a bit flustered as I picked up my file and stood up. “Sorry, got to get back to work...” and quickly walked out of the break room, leaving my half-finished coffee behind.I sat at my desk wondering why I didn’t just say no thanks. I left it open that I might actually consider going out with a married man over fifteen years my junior.Peter asking me out was all I could think about when I got home that night. I thought about talking to. Sometimes, I could get it up and sometimes I couldn't' but one way or another it always made me horny; they called it whiskey dick. When the alcohol interferes with your ability to get hard enough for a bit of good old fashion fun, its' called whiskey dick, but it doesn't' always bother me that badly. This beautiful angel before me was now kissing her way down my chest, teasing my nipples with her warm wet tongue and tracing circles with it on my chest. She kissed her way further down towards. ''Plenty time. Get some glasses?'We went into the kitchen and I poured us each a hefty shot of whisky. She knocked hers back, whilst I sipped mine. I moved to her and took her in my arms and we kissed. I love the taste of booze on a woman's lips and my cock started to stir. I stroked her arse and reached under to give her mound a squeeze.'So,' I said, breaking off. 'What are you up for?''Whatever,' she said, 'I'm not sure what you are going to do with that cucumber, though...''I'll think of. Charlize gave out a short, squealy moan as Liya’s lips approached her pussy.At that point, I could not hold off any longer, so stepped over to Charlize, put my face in front of hers and asked, “May I?”Charlize pulled my head in and kissed me hard for 15 seconds or so, then pulled back.“Oh, god. Please, please ... um ... whatever. Please.”I did not know if she did not know what she wanted or if she did not want to make a decision or if she wanted to leave everything to us.“Charlize, before you.