" Oh my goodness," I blushed redder still. "I'd love a way to salvage some dignity from this conversation. I'd tell you I didn't bother with it last n...ght..." I sniffed my fingers for effect; trying to appear brazen and unconcerned about my masturbation to hide my embarrassment, " ... but I don't think it would help." Yeah, over-sharing, Jeans," she frowned. "There's just one thing still unclear." And that is?" I was feeling more confident now, I could see that Belinda wasn't going to judge me.. " And I sort of thought, "Yeah right" but as the afternoon woreinto evening the idea just grew on me and I thought I'd give it a go. She's wrong about one thing though, is Pippa, stuff doesn't reallyhappen to me often so I can't imagine that this is going to be very interesting and no doubt in days to come I'll just end up waffling on about housework, pets and the nightmare that is work. But today, something did happen. Today there was the photocopier incident. And so for today, at least, I'm. Our final position was spooning. I had her cuddled up from behind while squeezing her tits and throbbing my cock inside her. She turned her head back at me for a kiss a few times. She closed her eyes with delight from the ecstasy of sex. She was incredibly beautiful and I kissed her neck as she groaned quietly. She then began to call me, “Papi Chulo!”. “Tu eres mi Papi lindo, quiero ser tuya nomas. Llevame contigo Papito!” she pleaded in Spanish. I suddenly felt a pulse of joy and a rush of. Kathy always used her "new language" in these conversations. She knew it always took me by surprise and she loved doing it ! Actually, I loved the fact that she did do it. She did not ask me if I masturbated, but rather, "so, when you jerk off, do you think of me?" "Tell me exactly what you think" Or, "when I finger fuck I always think of your cock going into me." She always got my attention and almost always an honest answer. I say almost, because I was old enogh to know, never talk.