Mr. Weeks barely noticed. He was staring at the other person in the office, a mousey young brunette with nice tits. Her method of dress was rather for...al and concealing, but Mr. Weeks was sure that she was a DD or E cup. The young woman coolly returned his gaze, determined not to be put off by his wandering eyes.The manager finally let go of Mr. Week's hand and said, "Let me introduce Ms. Lane. She will be the agent who will assist you in buying your new property. She will see that tax. She didn't exactly; it had hurt Ryan, and that was what she wanted. But it wasn't like she had used him like that. Plus, she knew, he had gotten what he wanted. Maybe they had used each other? But I didn't use him, she thought. Just because we did it didn't mean I used him. It just happened, she thought, we both got pleasure out of it, and that's that.She pushed away any guilty feelings, telling herself that people had casual sex all the time, so why shouldn't she? Why should she have to deal. Hesmiled at me and winked and I saw the front of his pants tented outby a large bulge. I guessed he had what black men are renowned for,a big, big cock. Strangely enough, I got a hard on watching himeyeing up my wife so openly. The thought of him having her soonbegan to enter my mind. One evening after I’d watched him rubbing himself whileogling Christi, I went to the bathroom and wanked off while conjuringup visions of him jerking off over my wife and picturing him slippinghis long,. . But I'm sure you had a very good reason." She shrugs. Grabbing my keys off the desk, I walk around the desk. I'm standing in front of her. Watching her intently. She certainly seems quite sincere. "Yeah, I did." With hopeful, waiting eyes she eyes me. Expecting something perhaps. I can just shrug and smile slightly. Truth was, I couldn't stay away from her. I needed to somehow take in her suave, alluring scent. It just drives me nuts. The fact that she's so close to me yet so far away is.