All the while, she caressed her breasts, squeezing her nipples to make them ever more swollen and harder.“I love you cock deep in my cunt,” she sa...d softly. “You are inside me, we are fucking, my cunt is filled with lovely cock, and soon you will come inside my cunt, filling me with your hot spunk.”She was getting even more turned on; she started rising up and down on my shaft. Each time she would plunge down harder, as if she was trying to drive my cock even deeper inside her.“I’m a dirty. A ‘Pencil Skirt’ is tight-fitting to the hips, and pulls in as the legs go down. I like it because it looks professional, especially as I wear ones that are just below the knee normally.”“That must be the secret then!” Holly added. “I thought it was always short skirts. But I bet it’s any skirt, so long as it shows legs, and if possible the hips. Oh Peter, you are doomed now! We all now your deepest and darkest secret!”All three of them laughed, and I decided to make a strategic withdrawal. All. She enjoyed Fred more than either of them, yet there seemed to be the need within her for other men too.She hesitantly told Fred about Peter's first visit, and he had laughed at her, told her that she was becoming insatiable, then seeing her brow wrinkle laughed and told her about his daily visit during lunch to Anna or Vivian or Katherine. She was jealous, then laughed at herself for being so, then told him that he might pay her a lunch visit someday and see how strongly she could show her. Her whole body seemed to tense, after little more than a few minutes of my tongue's worship of her clit, and I knew she was cumming. I was about to be rewarded for my efforts, to taste her cum on my lips. Her hands gripped my head tighter, holding me in place, as her body stiffened, her precursor to orgasm. For a moment, I was there with her as she was locked in her own 'forever time'. I could feel the urge to cum cascade from her to me, overwhelming me, my clit hardening to steel as I felt.