Sitting back relaxed sipping his ice cold coke he feels a tingling sensation. Looking down he sees Mrs Packer running a long white nail around the fat...circumcised head of his long hard dick. Mrs Packers big cherry red lips open , her hands on either side of his shorts , and her long tongue comes out touching her nose. Josh lifts his butt and his shorts and undies are now round his ankles and Mrs Packer lowers her open mouth swallowing his shaft. Her head begins bobbing up and down, her tongue. He was soon blasting his load deep inside her and man was she fucking loving it! This went on several times a day, ever single fucking day! Every guy in the office was totally fucked-out by the time the working day was up but she could never get enough! Most days, after she'd totally drained us, she was on the phone arranging to meet other guys to fuck her that night!One of her favorite games she likes play with me is one she called “Anal Intruder”. She likes me to bend her over the desk. His eyes moved to me. “Yes sir, chowder was great and I love these clams. They’re perfect.” He sort of nodded and went back to watching the game. And we went back to talking. Sure enough I felt the foot again, this time a little higher. By now my cock was up and bulging in my bell-bottoms. My heart was beating still faster. I wanted to take my own shoes of and return the favor but I was wearing Earth shoes with laces, which made them impossible to slip off. Her father excused himself to see. There were soot marks on his pants, face, and hands and the scent of spiced meat wafted on the breeze ahead of him. "We Scots brought the beasties with us when we came to Caledonia. They are a lot smarter here in Scotland than they are in Ireland or farther south in Wales and Cornwall, or even the few in Brittany. Some idiot Scots chieftain used to ride a Kelpie into battle and mate with her after his victories. Needless to say, the Kelpie used to make sure he won often. Took five clans, two.