Was I wrong with that. After the slim long hallway we came into a very large office full of desks and guys on phones. Trish walked past them as they a...l stopped to stare at her naked body. There must have been 50 or more guys at their desks as she walked by as if nothing was going on. I followed right behind her and realized that I was invisible and that all eyes were planted on my gorgeous naked wife.We came to other side of the large room and took a short left to the back corner office, which. She moaned at his strength. His unyielding maleness. His hard shaft that filled and fulfilled her. Her nakedness twitched and pulled, her rose yearned, stretched, worked to keep him deep, so deep inside her. He felt her lithe body flex and shudder. Her felt her womanhood contract around him, eager, full of need. His member responded immediately and he throbbed softly, swelling in her depths, causing her to double over and give a long, pained moan. The mouth of her womb caressed him lovingly.. What the hell, in for a penny in for a poundas they say..."That it's easier in some ways for girls growing up. I had1 brother but I never had any shortage of guys. I mean, I had the usualinsecurities - what teenage girl doesn't - am I fat, oh my god this pimpleis gi-normous, I look ugly. But overall it was pretty good for me and formost of my girlfriends. Looking back, if you were reasonable attractiveand friendly you didn't have too many worries socially." So you were one of the popular. .. and that was enough to mitigate some of the hazards her unconscious mind worried at.She knew he wanted her. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but she knew. She had felt his passion in his kisses, and what he'd done for her in the studio had been for her benefit—not his. At least not for his immediate benefit. That made him different, in her mind, from other men she'd met. Other men had done things for her ... but they always wanted something in return, and they wanted it then and there. Bob.