Me, in a break room masturbating on my lunch hour, and I’m hot, not to brag but when I flirt with men they beg. The point is I was getting frustrate..., I wanted him. I don’t remember how it started, we’d exchanged a few emails, heavier flirting, it’s easier to say things in email. But we kept it above the line, we were coworkers and just professional enough to respect that, sort of. Then he got a new job. When he told me I dared him to push my limits, he was the kind of man who couldn’t. ” “FUCKING good,” I shouted. “So tonight mister, it’s you and me in your big bed.” We sat for a while as we both thought about this new situation. Swati cooed as my fingers moved lovingly over her pussy lips, and along her very wet slit. That’s one thing I still can’t get over, how wet my daughter can get over me. We only have to be in the same room, and she tells me she gets wet. Evidently, She fantasizes over me as much as I do her. She had even told me that at times she can’t study, because. ‘What about my brother? Are you actually friends as well as lovers?’ ‘That’s a bit personal!’ I was shocked this beautiful young girl could be so forthright, yet intrigued as to where this might lead. The next moment I had my answer. Fliss flung her arms up around me, drawing me down on my left side onto the bed next to her as she hugged me close. ‘He’s just so lucky to find you’ she whispered into my ear. ‘Why can’t I get a man like him? Why do all my boyfriends just want to make out with me. I struggled to free my self by twisting my head and shoulders, my wrist were held firmly together by Bruce as did Charlie. It was then that I caught a glimpse of Charlie, who had been squatting over my shoulders. I could see he was removing his jeans and dropped his shorts moving out of view I felt Charlie separate my ankles with his feet and his body kneeling between my knees and thighs. Now I knew what he was about to do and I struggled more strongly cause having gotten a glimpse of his man.