My heart flutters if you get near me, if I even imagine your arm brushing against me.But when I get home from work after changing and feeding my poor,...neglected cat who curls so lovingly around my ankles as I enter my condo. He lets me know in no uncertain terms how hungry he is, that I'm a cruel, hard-hearted woman to leave him to his own devices daily.When everything is done and I am relaxing in my bath, candles aglow, a glass of wine within easy reach, my mind drifts to you, sweet young man. I just took the one gay mag, wouldn’t hurt to have a look I guess. That night I came so quick I’d barely turned the first page, I got cum all over my uniform and had to go inside to clean up. I didn’t stop thinking about the cocks I’d seen in the magazine, men actually kissing. Wow! even touching each other. The next night armed with two carrier bags I prepared to go back. I had a clean sheet from the airing cupboard for me to rub off against later and a stuffy at just the thought of seeing. Then, feeling a bit more of her on my fingertip, I ran my finger from the top to the bottom of the quivering gash. I swear I didn’t push my finger in. It was Pandora. When my finger was about half-way back up the trench bisecting her two pussy-lips, she moved back and forced my spit-slicked finger right inside herself. I thought I felt her heat before. The big rottweiler was burning-up inside. I didn’t dare move my finger, knowing how sometimes, when I’d poke a finger into my. Great !she said. Let’s party she laughed. I sat there drinking my beer leaning against the kitchen counter. Kim directly across from me jumped up onto the opposite counter. My eyes focused on her crotch when she hopped. I finally caught a glimpse of the head of her cock push her pants away. I looked up at her face, she smiled as she took a sip of her beer. Your bad Boss! She grinned What did I do?Your trying to see what’s in my panties she grinned You don’t have any panties on I laughed. Your.