That sort of thing would get the hormones flowing and the heart pounding. It was a chilly October afternoon, a couple of weeks away from Halloween, as...she was shutting down her office computer to head home for the weekend, when her secretary poked her head into the office on her own way out the door to tell Maeve she had a call on line two. A Shameera Afghani. Maeve was about to be irritated with the woman, who had only been her secretary for three weeks but Maeve could already tell she would. She's five feet tall and weighs a hundred sixty pounds. The red shorts and white shirt she's wearing compliment her light skin and golden ponytail."Phew, that was a great jog," Cherie (your wife) says, as she takes off her clothes. "Need a hand, darling?"You look down to find a bulge in your red pants. Cherie follows your gaze. With nothing but a smile on she pulls your pants down to your ankles. Her hands slide up your legs to your sweaty briefs. Cherie rubs her face in the bulge. She sniffs. I feel the wetness develop between my legs as my heat rises. She takes my hand and places it on her pussy; I rub it and feel it come to life under my touches. It throbs and jerks as if trying to escape the shorts.I part the fly and suddenly mom’s hard love muscle leaps out into the open. I put my small fingers in her pussy; and started in and out. I move my hand back and rub it quickly, causing my mom to moan outMom: Oohhh! Yesss! Yeah Honey Harder! Fuck! Oh Fuck! Yess!Then mom pushes her. I remained on Derek's lap and decided to clear the air. I leanedinto his ear putting my hand around his back for support. He wrapped hisarm a little further and I whispered as quietly as humanly possible."I wanted you to laugh so you'd get in trouble." You almost had me actually," his breath tickling my earlobe."Really? Dammit. I knew it! I'm definitely getting you next time."When we finished a whisper, I'd bring my head back a couple inches andwe'd meet eyes. Each time, that distance got a.