I loved him even before he got me knocked up, but not for very long. Our's was almost an arranged marriage. We didn't have to go through with it b...t we liked each other and had no other prospects. I was a virgin at the altar. Which makes me a little backward for a nineteen year old French girl. When Pierre took me that night, I stopped liking him and immediately began loving him. It was like love at first sight, in this case love at first fuck. I can't believe I just wrote that! I've never. She was wearing a pink nightgown transparent medium , only panties underneath, I could see the imprint of the tip of her breasts enhanced and tissue . Felt that hug her smooth skin , the softness of her breasts squeezed against my body , I could not avoid instant erection . she feels the volume and then holds my face and stares .- I think I'm doing this to you right?Then she looks at me and smiles , makes me sit on my bed and kneels in front of me . Desbotoou my shorts and began to pull to get. She was visibly hammered, and struggling to even stand. She turned on all the lights, oblivious to the fact that was there sleeping. My first thoughts were anger. How could she have stayed out so late. How could she get so drunk and drive home. What was she thinking. But my anger quickly disappeared when I saw her start to take off her clothes. She had kicked off her shoes, pulled her top off, and was struggling with her jeans. She pulled them down, bringing her panties with them, and had. No need to piss off the staff I think. After all, there is only one woman in the building I intend ordering about today.The coffee, along with a plate of biscuits, is brought in a few minutes later by a rather shy looking and nervous secretary. I quickly appraise her as she approaches: mid-forties, letting herself go a bit, carrying a few too many pounds, probably all those biscuits, but cute face. Big brown eyes, auburn hair, flawless skin and luscious full lips.I quickly compose myself,.