” “Would you?” She smiled one of her beaming smiles, she was quite a 'looker' and that smile could make butter melt. “I still have some bags t... take in,” she indicated by pointing to the heavy ones already on the front door step. I offered to help. “No, I am fine. The heavy ones are over there, as you can see, and the rest is light stuff, but thanks again. I definitely need a long cold drink to clear the dust though. How about you come over in about fifteen minutes?” Reassuring her is was no. She really liked his eyes, a kind of piercing steel blue. All in all he was easy on the eyes and looked even better than Abbey had anticipated. Her nipples began to harden as they exchanged a strong, if not awkward, handshake and Abbey introduced herself. The meeting was less about “working” and more about “lunch” and getting to know one another. She found out he is in a long term marriage – damn! – and his wife actually works at the company in the financial department on occasion. His kids. Taught bodies and graceful moves. They’d come back from four down to win the tournament, again. To the crowd their hug was a celebration of victory. To each other it was something else entirely. * Wild red hair. She was an impetuous, impulsive free spirit, a high strung thoroughbred. Buttoned down and bottled up, he was big on planning ahead. They stared at each other across the table, her hands resting on the red and white checkered table cloth. A candle flickered in a dark green bottle with. Victoria didn't seem to notice.She let out a throaty moan of delight. Her thighs were locked around me, holding my hips as I pumped my clit-dick away at her cunt. Her hands shot up to my round breasts. She squeezed them, kneaded them. Her fingers dug into my tits, fingers sliding up to pinch my nipples.“Oh, my god, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, fuck! Oh, damn, that's good. Fuck yes! Just ram that girl-dick into me! Plow into me hard! Oh, Jenny, yes! You're huge. Bigger than any of my boyfriends. Holy.