"I'm old enough to be your mother!" You don't look it and I'm sure," I replied.After joking with me that flattery would get me anywhere, she acceptedm... invitation. I paused as I needed to know whether my suspicions weretrue but knew that if I was wrong, it could lead to a complaint to thebosses by Mandy and probable disciplinary action against me. It was aquestion I knew I had to ask but equally didn't want to ask. I blushedas I tried to decide what to do and Mandy detected something was. I wanted to hold her down and bury my face between her legs, licking and teasing her into a state of absolute bliss while my hands grabbed onto the amazing ass she had tormented me with for so long.She would scream in pleasure, begging me to make her cum, oblivious to all the other people gathered around, watching in stunned surprise. She'd slide her hands up under her sports bra and aggressively tug at her own nipples in an attempt to bring herself to the orgasm I denied her. She would shout. Getting over him it occurred to her that at her height and the length of his cock that she would actually have to stand over him and lower herself onto his shaft. The excitement and the amazement never let up at all. Hovering over him she found it much easier to guide that fat cock head into her wet and willing pussy. She eased herself down and found herself feeling like a Popsicle that was impaled by the stick. There was nothing about any of this that wasn't new but as he held onto her hips. She was between me and the front door. There was a kitchen door but it was behind a tea cart of small appliances and canisters. It was for emergencies only.With my special cup, I had bought from Goodwill full of hot coffee, I went back into the front room. Agent Mission wouldn't be asleep much longer, if she had managed to sleep through the very loud flushing toilet, and the clatter of my getting the coffee out of the fridge and heating it in the microwave. When I reached the front room with my.