I get upstairs and don't see him. Then, I knock on the bathroom door. Nobody's in there, so I take the towels into the bathroom. "Thanks, I could use ...ne of those," I heard Matt say as I quickly turned around. He was standing in the hallway naked with water dripping off of his muscular body. "Yeah, sorry. It's laundry day," I said while handing him a towel. Showing absolutely no modesty, Matt stood there in the hallway and dried himself off. I couldn't help but stare at his muscles. "I see. They were pulled out farther as well ,but a lot wetter as her juices were dripping from them I held my hands out to steady her while she slowly began to sit down on my cock.I could see the lips of her pussy being pushed inside her . I could see her pain by the look in her eyes when she stopped and looked at me. Now I am not long and she had only half of my cock inside her before she would pull back . Each time she started to go down she was biting her lips and taking deep breaths. She seemed. The taxi finally got back to her house and not a minute sooner. We promptly paid the driver and quickly made our way into her home. Our hands were all over each other as our mouths couldn't leave each other alone. I pulled her little tight black dress off over her head leaving her in nothing but her underwear and high heels, I than pulled her near me as I went to unclasp her bra to reveal her beautiful 38D breasts. My hands were caressing her body as I kissed her neck and she let out a slight. Keeping with the theme of a comfortable workplace, the bathrooms had a sitting area separate from the actual restroom with a couch, two overstuffed chairs, a TV, and a oodles of magazines. Janet Van Dyne was taking a cat nap on the couch. She was a small, thin, wasp-like woman with a hair style that changed nearly everyday. Today was a soft shag that framed her delicate face. As Chris slipped into the lounge headed for the bathroom, Janet woke up. “Hi Chris.” “Hi Janet. I didn’t mean to.