Wordlessly she climbed on the bed and straddled me, kissing me as she lay me down and positioned herself over my dick and slowly sat down on it gettin... used to its girth inside of her again. She slowly started bouncing on it her light brown hair draped over our faces, “Do you like the way my pussy feels?” she asked softly. I managed to grunt out a positive response as she started to pick up the pace. “Oh my god, that’s so good,” I moaned grabbing her tits and kneading her nipples. I was about. "Can I help you, young man?" She said, her voice carrying a tone of annoyance."I ... I'm hear to see Miss Thomas." He managed to stammer out."Miss Thomas doesn't see people in her dressing room," the woman said in a cold, hard voice. "If you call her office..." But she invited me..." Stephen quickly offered. "She sent me a ticket to the show and said I should come backstage afterward." Yeah, right..." the large, somewhat angry, woman answered as she moved to close the door."Is there a problem,. I could look at it for ages, just stare and touch. but now all i can thinks of is to lick, and taste your juices. i make sure to swallow every drop. as my licking continues, a hear an increasing moan. i noticed that u have stopped sucking. all u can think of now is that orgasm u feel coming. it is far, but noticeably your feet and legs start to tremble a bit. you feel theres an earthquake happening inside of you. i feel u put ur arms around my lower body, ur head pressed hard to my dick and. Before I knew it, I was employing some of my old colleagues. Then I had to rent a shop in a nearby parade and move the business in there as we had outgrown the garage. There was talk of Sandra working with me full time but that somehow never came to fruition. I was by this time, a pen pusher, and had the guys running around doing the work.To be honest there was no need for Sandra to work anymore. She could have stayed home and had the children we had always talked about; but that didn't happen.