It was not that he was a workaholic. Nor was he trying to impress anyone. He was, after all, the firm's senior partner. He wasn't even trying to set a... example for the young associates; they were all hard workers (those who were not were swiftly shown the door). Thompson was at work because he loved his job. He wasn't missing out on family time; his wife and children were still asleep. Because he'd arrived so early, he'd be able to leave before 5 p.m.A knock on the door intruded. Damn. He hated. In my dream I had a powerful orgasm and awoke. I felt so satisfied, I looked down and the dildo was still in my cunt. I drove the dildo into my cunt, fucking myself harder and harder. Soon I was gasping with every stroke, as I felt myself losing control.These powerful dreams were all I thought about. My orgasms were taking up all of my time. This is what addiction must be like, to need something so bad nothing else matters ... I don’t care, this feels too good to stop.It was Saturday and my mom. "You really want me?" He looked up at Amy."We really want you. You could come home with us this weekend, if you like, to see if you like it. We'll get you back here Sunday afternoon, ready to go out again on Monday. Bring your washing and we'll get that done too." Okay ... if it's alright with everyone else?"A small, warm hand tugged at his. "Let's go and ask Marty right now!"Lucy towed Tom out of the saloon to the companionway. She had to let go of his hand to negotiate the ladder, but. That was why I felt perfectly comfortable with her having what was clearly a loving affair. Happily, as I said before, I was right and our relationship is stronger than ever, but, in retrospect, it’s not a path that I would recommend to someone else. Finally, Sandy pulled away, smiled and said, ‘Let me put these panties on and we can go back downstairs and have desert – I have a chocolate pudding cake – before we go to bed.’ She gave her usual giggle, adding, ‘Isn’t that interesting? I just.