"... some kind of joke?" What did that mean? And, "please"? Sylvia rarely said 'please'. I started thinking the message seemed almost a little despera...e. Not Sylvia's usual tone at all. Before I thought about what I was doing, I typed a quick reply and hit send. [e-mail] From: Roger Moore To: Sylvia Harper "I'm a little busy at the moment. Could you come here?" [end of message] Almost immediately I got a response. [e-mail] From: Sylvia Harper To: Roger Moore "I'll be there in 15 minutes." [end. Week 3 of CoVid-19 here and believe me, in a few days, the threat became real. People suddenly started having the shits; no toilet paper in the shops, shelves were stripped of essential groceries. For me, as shopping is a daily chore, I shopped smart considering others.When my wife told me, a lady was diagnosed in her office, naturally, I was alarmed, but decided to take it as it comes. On the Thursday, her company went full-tilt into ICE mode, testing Internet protocols for them to work from. I managed to play with her pussy with one hand while she was giving me the blowj*b. Kirsten took my cock out her mouth, I then moved down between her legs and place the tip of my cock against her outer lips and slowly moved forward. With how wet her pussy was and the saliva and pre come on my cock, it moved in easily, as I withdraw it and pushed it back it in, Kirsten moaned loudly before I kissed her again. She slightly bite my lip as we found a nice rhythm but she suddenly tensed up as her. I made sure that he got a front row seat as I applied the cherry lipstick. ‘Do you like watching me do this, sweetie?’ I asked as I put on my lipstick only an inch or two in front of my face. ‘Are you ready to get your face kissed all over?’ ‘Y-y-yeah,’ he stuttered. I could tell that I was putting him in a sexual frenzy. His eyes were directly on my lips as I covered them with the dark red substance. ‘I know you are,’ I told him. I had to hold the lipstick away from my mouth every time I.