He could have done with adrink, but he was also getting primed for action. After all they couldhave a drink after sex, so he could have both. He strip...ed out of hisbusiness suit before pulling down his boxer shorts to reveal his manhoodfully ready for the upcoming event. Meredith's red lacy thong andsuspenders were sending his blood racing and a lot of it had gonedirectly to his dick.He nearly leapt on top of her and she giggled gaily as he started tomassage her breasts before expertly. She stopped for a moment before they continued fixing the bed, her biting her lip, him staring at her with a knowing smile.While she arranged the pillows, he sidled up to her and put an arm around her waist.“Reggie,” she said, urgently looking at her door.“They’re in the kitchen,” he reassured her.“I don’t care,” she said, going back to her pillows, which were already arranged.He pulled her closer.“Reggie,” she said again, her voice getting pipsqueak again.“You want to do it here or somewhere. He directed me to the bed and I obeyed. He laid next to me and I rolled to face him. We kissed again while he pulled me to straddle him. He picked up a bottle of lubricant from the nightstand as I moved over him. I lifted up as he lubricated his cock. He handed the bottle to me and I lubricated my hole. I squirted some inside and massaged it around with my fingers. I took his cock aligning it to my entrance. I held it in line as I pushed on it. His head slid in stretching me. I stopped for a. "No, Sergeant. Look, point your finger like a gun. Now, trace the letter 'r', the small letter 'r', up the left edge of your target. Now draw the top of the 'r' so it crosses right under the black part ... and when you get to the center, squeeze the trigger. Got it?" Ben used a pleasant tone, even though he wanted to yell his frustration. "It has to do with big muscle motor control versus small movement motor control..."One hour to lunch, then three more hours after lunch. Ben wondered if he'd.