"What's the matter?" enquired my landlady. "All my clothes are still wet and I don't have any dry underwear," I said, as I wandered back in to the kit...hen. "I'll just have to wear 'no boxers' today," and started to go back to my room. "Oh no!" said my landlady, "no underwear is disgusting and you can't wear wet clothes, so... Lucy go upstairs and get a pair of your pants just for today," added my landlady. Before I could say "No, no, no!," Lucy had hurtled past me to get a pair of her pants and. Not only was she tired but the events of the previous day were taking its emotional toll on her. The last twenty four hours had been like a roller coaster ride for her. Fortunately, she did not have to spend too much time on the department floor. She had her own office and had the excuse of stock-take preparation should any senior management take an interest. Karl met her at lunchtime and they had lunch together in the cafe. It was a far cry from lunch the day before; there was no seduction;. That’s cool. So do Ruth and Crystal, and even me to an extent in that way, and don’t try to deny it. Kathy, too. And Anne-Marie’s parents. But don’t even try to convince me that Felix hasn’t wormed his way into a special place in your heart, too. A mother knows, or should know, her son. You’re very protective and caring with him. Good for you. That’s how a man should be those whom he loves.“That’s what love is about, providing, protecting, nurturing, caring for someone, with plenty of sex in. The next string of cocks that came through thegloryholes were also sucked and jerked off into condoms.She tied each of them and stuck them in her bra, betweenher tits to keep them warm.We thanked our friends and headed back to our apartment.When we got there my girl couldn’t wait to lay down,spread her legs and insert a speculum into her pussy.She spread that thing out so wide that I could almostget my hand into her pussy with no effort. She wassopping wet. My girlfriend wanted me to.