Well that’s how I met my wife now onto my first story. This episode happened a couple of weeks ago on a Sunday afternoon.Stacy loves flashing at tru...k drivers as she passes them in the car. She knows how much it turns them on as ive told her about a few times ive been flashed at and how it makes my cock hard. Normally when she flashes at a trucker it will end up with her sucking the trucker of in a lay-by or on her knees in the gents at a service station blowing two or three guys lucky enough. A rush went through Anne’s tiny frame; even her toes tingled. “God Billy, what are you doing to me?”Billy felt in one way that he was fulfilling his wildest dream; she was getting pleasure from him. But did she react to all her lovers in this way; his cock ached with the sound of her words, she hadn’t flinched by his movement along her body. He reached down clasping his cock; recognizing his next intention would either make him or break him, would she except or rebel, lashing out at him. It was. About 10 minutes later she called out and asked me to come back. As I came into her office she was setting at her conference table with a report, and thanked me again for the coffee and asked if she made me uncomfortable with the hug yesterday. I replied not at all, honestly I have wanted to do the same for quite some time. Really? Wow I never picked up on that. Well I felt it best to suppress those thoughts since you were my boss, that can be a sticky wicket. Well we don’t have to worry about. . well, then nothing, I was just here. Except I know I'm really not here, am I? I am, but I'm not. I can see you, I can hear you, I can even talk to you, but I can't touch you because I don't have any body to touch you with. It's a little strange. To say the very least." So you're what—a ghost or something?" I asked with what was meant to be a chuckle but came out pretty hollow-sounding even to my ears." ... I guess," she said. "I don't know what else to call it. But right now we don't have.