I am talking about sexual moments. You know, a quick panty peek, caught a woman in a vulnerable situation, missed out an opportunity, anything like th...t.I understood what Angela meant and began to recall all my past encounters with ladies. Interestingly, one such sexual moment did occur to me.I once had gone to my mom’s friend’s house to return the mixer grinder that my mom had borrowed. I found aunty in the backyard plucking flowers when I kept the mixer grinder in the kitchen. Before leaving,. I quickly stripped my soaking panties and shorts off and spread wide for him to catch a glimpse of my shiny, wet, needy pussy as a car passed in the distance. A light cool breeze came in as I was spread wide for him and the sensation of my hot pussy and cool air fucking drove me wild. I needed fucked and I couldn't wait. He pulled me in close to the end of the table and wasted no time rubbing his cock up and down my soaking snatch to get that slickness ready to slide in me ever so easy. But he. I saw her face as she left the lift and still remember how she looked. My underpants were in a right mess so I went to the gents and removed them and put them in my briefcase before using them to clean my now semi hard cock and wet thigh before going to my desk. I didn’t have a girl friend at the time and it had been a couple of weeks since I had a wank. Once I got home I jerked off twice that evening remembering the most quick and intense ejaculation I have ever had. The intensity of the. Putting on her most wicked smile she pushed open the door to Roger's room, opened her mouth to say something evil and witty, but the room was empty.It was like a match on a dry day. The flames burst inside her. She could have lit a candle with her eyes. Roger was gone. Her toy, her catharsis, her revenge was gone. Storming into the living room she smashed the couch side lamp to the floor."Where the hell is he?" Angie screeched in an almost inhuman voice. "I want him and I want him now!" We.