To her luck, we used to play cricket and volleyball just outside her house. She would spend her evenings biting her lips while watching me play. And s...e knew that I used to stalk her through my window, so she would take real long hours to wash her cloths. She would be all wet and bent so I can have a pleasing view of her boobs colliding with her arms, and sometimes she would just wipe the foam off from her melons. And she would repeatedly adjust her fringe to check upon my window if I was. There was the analysis on the Corpus Christi Plant, the Engineering Standards Project Report, and he reminded himself to get filled-in by Jim Spencer on that junior engineer from the State Environmental Agency that he noticed the other day at the Peoria Plant meeting. Paul put in a call to Jim Spencer. He wasn’t there, but left a voicemail. He turned to the recommendations in the Corpus Christi Analysis. Paul had finished the Corpus Christi analysis and was halfway through the Standards Project. While he did so, Sandra pulled her pants off and climbed on top of me, one knee either side of my head and put her hands either side of my hips. She parted her knees to bring her pussy closer to my face. I reached around her thighs and grabbed her bum, pulling her cheeks apart to open her pussy lips. I looked at the pink folds of her inner lips for a few seconds then started licking her. For some time I kept licking, enjoying the feel of her in my mouth and the taste of her juices and the. I tried to find that node, that calm space that I’d trained so many to find, but it just wasn’t there. I’d waited so long for this moment, for this peace, that I just couldn’t settle down and enjoy the process.Lying in that tall dry grass with the gentle breeze to cover any motions I might make should have been settling, calming. I was in a perfect position, perfectly comfortable. It would have been nice to have a spotter along, but other than that it all felt flawless. Except that I couldn’t.