So I kiss her, hard. I stick my tongue into her mouth and her mouth opens full and I try my damnedest to suck the stud right off her tongue. We’re b...ting and nibbling and sucking on each others tongues like they were lactating tits and we were babes in need of sustenance. I’m crawling all over her and she is pulling my head harder to her trying to make an already throat deep kiss even deeper. We kiss and I start to touch her, all over. Then I do it, that thing. I bite her neck. I know some. I quickly closed the browser and then typed on his note, right under his text, “In the garden, mine with cream cheese.” I thought about what I had just seen. I opened his browser again and typed “panties” just to see if anything showed up. Nope. I retyped “aunt” and checked a few more of his past viewings.That renewed resolve? It was instantly disintegrated. My mind was still lecturing me about not crossing the line that I knew for certain I was about to cross. The heat between my thighs told. And that was how we met.For a month, both of us were very professional and we only contacted each other about work matters. But here and there, we were able to find out few details about each other. That was when I learned that she just had a bad divorce. She was just 24 at that time. But, anyhow, things slowly started to become more casual.Even though my virtual typist used to address me as ‘Sir’, there were a few times when we just even cursed at each other to tease. So, it was just a matter. My tongue flicks against the lobe of her ear and I nibble gently on it. Again she moves her head around towards me but again I whisper “Not yet, angel,” quietly in her ear. I kiss the nape of her neck, inhaling the perfect combination of Chanel combined with her own natural scent. I am intoxicated and nearly fall to my knees as it overcomes me. One hand strokes her cheek and neck while my other arm gently wraps around he, stroking her belly and ribs, working towards her delicious breasts. As I.