She moved her hand up and down on my shaft with a pumping motion. I felt my dick start to become harder and harder when she moved her hand up and down...like she did. I loved how her hand would go all the way down to my balls, then back up and rub the head. She was like a pro, which surprised me a little thinking she had never don’t this before. My think was soon stopped when I felt her lips touch my ears.“I want you inside of me” She said in a tired whisper“Are you sure, I mean, here?” I asked. Du-hhhhh! When is he precisely going to get up on his feet and step over to start and finish this balls-up-ing stew and imbroglio of ours? I cannot keep up and withstand tolerance and calmness any longer.He rises and finds his feet as I weigh up all this in my mind, making me so, so over-the-moon and thrilled and sunny that if it was not for constituents and stuff detaining and keeping within bounds or limits my flesh up, I would without any sort of difficulty and pain-in-the-butt and uphill. I was amazed she hadn't left her desk for me to fix things as she usually did. I noted her tights appeared to be the same type as mine today, guessing at ten denier gloss, and they looked a similar natural colour to my own. Wow, I wondered if we wore the same brand? "Thanks Peter, you fixed that really quick," Helen said as I climbed up from under her desk. "No problem, it was just a lose connection," I replied, "let me know if it happens again, see you later." I hurried back to my desk. That. I hadn't been fucked since my husband and I got a divorce a year ago. He started to get up, so I quickly snuck back to my room, and locked the door. I threw my towel off, reached for my nightstand, and pulled out my toy. It was a 8 inch dildo, my favorite. I was so wet from seeing Brian, I didnt even need lube. I stuck it in and started fucking myself as hard and fast as I could. It felt so good, not as good as th real thing, but it satisfied me. I didn't realize I had been making noise, but I.