And I have more and more of a boner for Alicia.She has a spectacular body, different from my wife, much taller, darker skin. Probably the best legs I'...e ever seen. I've lost count of the number of nights I've tried to catch a glimpse up her skirt. I'm sure Sam has noticed but he never said anything. A few times I've managed to see a flash of her white cotton panties, and one time I got a great view of her dark nipples as she bent over to pick something up. I jerked to that memory for weeks. The. If you're built, they flock to you. You have to have something special or no one notices you." Well don't feel bad, if you're having a bad day, have Andrea fix you up." But the only thing I ever want from her is head. I want more than that. I want to kiss my guy, hold him, and make love to him. I want him to fuck me or me to fuck him. I want us to share our stuff as it shoots all over us." Jesus, Bruce, you're graphic. You're going to get me going if you keep it up. What do you have for me?". She rolled back her neck and closed her eyes. It was an indication that she was about to cum.I took a brief pause, and her slut pussy sprayed out all her juices like a jet spray. She relaxed, and anyone could make out that she had no energy left in her body. I was nowhere near to having an orgasm. I sat on the sofa and made her sit on my lap.Her eyes were begging me to stop, but she was still horny and was filled with lust. She grabbed my cock and pushed it inside her pussy and started riding. Not cotton, little silky high cuts, I decided. I cupped my hand over her mound, squeezing it in rhythm with my titty massage. When my middle finger crept down to her crotch, there was a little wet spot already.She finished her conversation, a little shakily, with a promise to “look into it and call back today.” She dropped the headset and leaned forward on the desk as I worked on making that wet spot bigger.“You’re way early,” she murmured.“Well, I was in the neighborhood. Lunch break."“Sure,”.