With beat red face, she told me she saw Tami laying on the desk, naked, playing with herself as I sat in a chair and watched.My next question was, "Di... you enjoy it?"She laughed nervously and said, "Not as much as she seemed to." I laughed with her."No, I mean, did it excite you?" She stopped sorting the papers on her desk and nodded to me. Her eyes expectant. I dropped the subject and talked about work, but saw the disappointment in her face. I was experienced enough with women who had gotten. From the corner of your eyes, you watched as I used the AJ to slowly make love to my own mouth. You didn't pay much attention until you heard me gag. Then you looked up again in awe at just how much of AJ had disappeared inside me. A tear trickled down my cheek, yet I kept trying to nudge the toy deeper into my throat. I was practicing so I could deep throat you later. "Imagine it's me," you whispered, "hard as stone and about to shoot directly down your throat and into your stomach ..." I. As I ran his way, I realized that at twelve years of age, I was now what they would call a slut. And that made me even more horny and very proud. This guy I just mentioned had a hairy cock and it tickled as he rammed it up my hole. His cock was big, so it also hurt a bit. Have you ever felt that? Pain, pleasure and a tickling sensation all at once? It really is something, and I recommend every girl reading this gets fucked by a guy with a big and hairy dick at least once in their lives. Anyway,. When it did finally arrive, it was a long eight hours. At 5:00 I left my cubicle, told her I’d see her in a couple of hours and rushed home. I shaved, showered, and dressed in an Oxford shirt and khakis, and left for the florist to pick up flowers. I arrived at the appointed time and was greeted by quite an alluring sight. There at the top of her Brownstone steps was April. She was wearing a loose red top with yoga pants. The top quickly revealed that she was not wearing a bra, and the pants.