Office life was indeed nothing to pride one's self on but neither was it a complete soul-sucking experience as portrayed in films. It was the repetiti...n that was the hardest part to endure for Joyce; excitement was not something that just came in the mail. So it was not an unwelcome surprise when a letter was given to her by the floor supervisor making his rounds.She offered a quick thank you, then minimized her computer screen and tore open the seal on the envelope. Inside was a single folded. Movement inside the house awakened Ezgi. He was trying not to hear the sounds by putting his head under the pillow. He suddenly thought of last night. He looked up and listened. Khan and Haktan were talking calmly, so there was no problem with the night. He buried his head in the pillow, his body still ached. He looked at his phone, it was 16:00. He got up and washed his face in the bathroom. He let out his breath and left the room. Khan was sitting alone, Ezgi went to him nervously. Khan felt. She tried to rewind her dream-clock back to the critical moment and force the dream forward again. If it had been left to its own volition it would have continued along its own path, but in the semi-conscious world of waking, there is a dawning realisation that any attempt at directing a dream is futile; after several attempts she reluctantly conceded.Slowly waking from her slumber she remembered it was a Saturday morning, there was no work to go to and all the house chores were either complete. I stroked her vagina in return a little faster, pressing in gently while humping into her hand. She grabbed me tight and stroked up and down slowly, fully, as I thrust into her hand, moaning her name. She felt me getting a little too close, there was so much juice around my tip she could hardly hold onto it. Then she smiled and straddled me, facing me. I felt her dress brush pass my tip, making it twitch even more. She lowered herself onto me, my tip grazing her incredibly wet vagina, our.