Christy sat down in the chair in front of his desk, getting her pad ready for him. "Oh, you won't need that this time," he said, "I didn't call you in...here to take a letter or anything."Christy looked up and smiled, setting it on the edge of the desk. "What is it then, Sir?" she asked."Come around here, please," he said. Christy came around the desk as he indicated and he pushed his chair back slightly patting his leg. Christy smiled and sat down in his lap. She had to hike her skirt up. A trace of guilt wormed its way into my head as I imagined it was Mia’s young thighs that my hand was between, searching its way up to her sweet, tight and I was almost positive, virgin pussy. I dropped my other hand, urging my jeans and boxers down as I wrapped my wife’s damp knickers about my throbbing cock, “I am, just a dirty little boy and you, my dear wife are my wet dream!” I offered. I felt Gina’s thighs twitch as my fingers neared their goal; they were less than an inch away from her. So Sarah, what are those changes? Let me start by telling you some background. Ive been telling a woman at work, Slut you know her, its Wendy, Ive been telling Wendy the details of some of the more exciting sex that weve been having here lately. Shes been going home and repeating every detail to her husband, and she tells me that afterwards they have had the best sex ever. On Friday she said that she and her husband wish that they could watch each other fucking someone else. I think that it. I just went crazy. Once he does it, you're just never the same again."I was having a hard time understanding just how good she meant but knew it must be just the best."I have him do it to me every time we're together, I just can't get enough." So, was it real big? Did it go in okay?" His is the only one I've had so, well, I don't know. It was big enough for me, that's for sure. It went in good, we had to try some, I got as open as I could and wiggled around while he pushed, but it went in good..