Your moans arouse me as I slide my fingers into your crack. I tease your back entrance and listen to the sweet noises you make. My finger gently massa...es the lotion around the rim of your sphincter.Gently touching the outer ring, your cooing begins. Pulling my hand back, I pour lotion on my hands and rub them together to make it warm. I further moisten my finger by sliding it into my mouth. Making sure it's nice and wet from my saliva and the lotion, I move my hand back to continue my incessant. Of course he did; he's a good man. The shed still had to be finished, so I knew he would be back. When the shed is finished, I thought, I'll have to think of something else.He took a few visits to do the work, stopping to chat and drink coffee more often than absolutely necessary. That may have been because I made the coffee, and the aroma of freshly baked biscuits is hard to resist. I noticed him trying to get a peek down my blouse, especially when I had 'accidentally' left some buttons. Suddenly, the food arrived and the waiter got another look down June's dress and tits. She decided to move a little and give me and the waiter a better view of her magnificent breasts. After her little show, June returned to her story. She was about to give Brent a hand job of a lifetime. June told me that she'd unbuckled Brent's pants, letting them drop to the floor. His boxers were next, and June saw his semi-erect, average size penis. June told me that my cock was bigger and prettier than. George looked up. To his amazement his new secretary was quite openly unbuttoning the top three buttons on her shirt, giving him that mesmerising view to her spectacular breasts that had kept him sexually excited all morning. "I get the feeling I do not have to fear a sexual harassment complaint for admiring your bust," he said with the first sly grin Jennie had seen on her new employer's face."Not a chance!" Jennie replied. "I like when you look at me. I like what it does to you."George.