"Oh. I thought you'd be at the party until later. She wants to go home early?" No, she has a busy day Sunday."Well, then, take your time." Take my tim...? I'm walking her home, it's four blocks." Take your time, Steven. All right? Take your time." Oh. Okay." See you at Ronnie's, hon."Anita and I left and she suggested a stroll the long way around, down Madison Avenue to the Plaza Hotel at 59th Street, and back up Fifth Avenue along Central Park to Anita's home. I began to see what Martha meant by. And so she phoned in sick, taking care not to open the sexy book that had triggered her horniness the past two days. She cleaned up her apartment and caught up on some laundry. At mid-afternoon, she packed a bag and walked down to the beach, determined to do no more than doze away the rest of the day. If nothing else, she'd go back to work well rested.And it was quiet down by the water. She smiled to herself, happy that she'd come. The mid-summer crowd was gone and she could choose her spot,. I chose my top carefully the next day. I wore a white gypsy blouse. I wanted my breasts to have room to bounce, but also for the guys to be able to see them through the thin material. My tits are quite big but I’m still young enough that they don’t need much support and have a nice bounce when I walk. When I arrived at work I took off my jacket and straight away I felt eyes on me. I wasted no time, by mid-morning I was bouncing past Steve’s desk on the way to the copy room. It was only seconds. I pounded, her hips slammed into the table and she screamed ‘Ah yes, fuck me’. We had achieved synchronicity. Every time I pounded home she begged to be fuck and before long she was exploding. She came in waves that wracked her body relentlessly and with each wave she screamed, ‘Yes, God yes’. It was then I realized I was getting soaked. She actually squirted and her juices were flowing down my legs I had heard about women that squirt but until now I though it was only a myth. The river flowing.