A confused expression still painted on her face, she half-chuckled at me. “Don’t you want to go over this together?” she asked me, a melodic ton... to her voice. “Uh… oh,” I mumbled, getting up, squeezing my legs together subconsciously. “Yeah, of course.” I walked over to her, leaning against the desk and craning my neck so I could get a better view.Of the resume. The resume. Don’t get me wrong, from my point of view, it would have been all too easy to get a look down her suit jacket if I wanted. "Fuck! Baby you're good!" He was very vocal all the way through my blowjob. When he finally came he was holding my head tight against his hard stomach and his hot load slid right down my throat. I never tasted a thing.He relaxed slowly, and I was able to pull back enough to make breathing easier."Donna, I gotta tell you! That was, without question, the very best blowjob I have ever had in my life! Your husband is a very lucky man!"I murmured, "He used to be," under my breath and he looked at me. Her hand snaked under me and grasped my balls, squeezing me and she tried to take more of me.I looked over to see if our audience was still there, he now had a great view of her ass, I reached over with difficulty and itched her skirt up higher. I then tried to reach under her and through her legs to stoke her pussy. But her own hand was already there, the dirty bitch was openIng herself to to her voyuer, rubbing her clit to a stranger. She was really getting off on it too.She moaned around. She said that the leggings have been like that all day and several men at the grocery store had been obviously looking at it. I asked if that made her mad ? She said no, I like the attention. I asked her later why her pussy lips where so pronounced? She said they are horny. I asked her what do they want? She said they would love a thick long black cock to stretch them. Well it's early I told her, go get them stretched. She said I'm not driving, I've had to many drinks. She told me to call and.