Let's go to the bedroom, boy." What a weird feeling, entering the bedroom he'd shared with Mom all my life, helping him pull back the covers and top s...eet and watching him, still wearing his dress shoes and, keeping his feet on the floor, lay the huge bulk of his torso face first over the foot of the kingsized bed. He was still slobbering around the stub of the cigar that he'd put out, breathing heavily. Realizing I was still fully dressed, I tore out of my clothes and kicked off my shoes as. I showed her what I had felt the day that Anna had first introduced her, and the time I had ridden with her to the Lodge in the golf cart, and each time that we had been together during my previous stay. Finally, I shared my memories of the dance in the Pavilion, and the attraction I had felt even then. Then I shared how I felt when we kissed, and our walk on the beach, and as I sat holding her while she poured out her heart. I showed her my desire for her, even as I felt it might be wrong to. .. My hair is up in a neat French twist with light makeup except for my very red moist lips... You would be sitting behind your desk and I would come around and push your chair back a bit so I could stand in front of you... Slowly I unbutton my blouse, sliding my hand inside to touch and tease my nipples through my lacy white bra for just a moment while you are watching... You can already see the outline of the tips against the material... I feel your hands on my legs, slowly sliding up the. Slowly I heard her begin to make little whimpering sounds. She began to sob as the man pounded her. It wasn't pain my wife was experiencing but another orgasm building up in her as Patricks fat, so fucking fat, cock pumped her like a locomotive. "Oh my god, my fucking god, I'm going to cum again. Yessssss, oh my un, uh, oh jesus, jesus, uh, ah, ah, oh oh fuck,oh my god!" she cried into the pillow as she orgasmed yet again. This time the stud pulled her up hard against his loins and grunted out.