" Stan replied, "No problem, I'll take care of him.", and away he drove.I couldn't keep my mind from going to that moment when I saw his cock and I ke...t thinking about him saying that I would be sucking him off. This made me extremely horny, and I would get hard as a rock and leak pre-cum just thinking about it. I can't do this, I told myself. I work with him. What if somebody found out? What if this or that. After all, I am straight. I'm married. I've never done anything with another man, much. Long fucking week, middle of the fucking summerIt is the end of a multi-college botany survey in the desert outside Yuma. The motel courtyard, under a night sky of bright stars, is filled with students and staff milling about, drinking beers, telling crude jokes, and laughing at each others project pratfalls during the week.She is standing just outside a group from UC Davis who are doing some sort of mother earth chant around one of the blazing fire pits. She wasn't part of the photographic. Already feeling a slight dampness on the front of her cotton panties, her fingers traced along the soft mound formed by her puffy lips under the thin material. A twinge of pleasure shot through her body, causing her nipples to perk up. She wanted so badly to please herself, but ached for something different. Looking over at the clock, a soft grunt of disapproval escaped her lips. It was 3:00 AM, already far too late to stay up teasing. She slipped out of bed and reached for one of her hubby's. I can’t think about the future, not now.’ Sian gently stroked Bridget’s face. It was troubled and Sian wanted to reassure Bridget. ‘I know, Bridge. I know and I’m not asking for anything more. It’s enough to know that you love me too. It’s the best Christmas present I could ask for.’ They exchanged another little kiss. Sian was happy to see that Bridget’s face lost a little of the worried look. ‘Oh, presents!’ Bridget suddenly said. ‘We need to get up so that we can do presents!’ She had an.