He said, “Maggie, we need to talk.” I looked at him and jumped up on the counter to sit and listen to him. “What is it?” I asked. �...I can’t do this; I can’t pretend I don’t feel anything for you. I am supposed to be dating your sister but what we did last night, I mean what I did last night, was so hot, I want to be with you so bad. I can’t hide these feelings, there is some kind of connection between us Maggie, do you feel it?” I sighed as I was not a good liar. I responded,. Shereiterated she loved me profusely, in spite of what she’ddone. She went on to tell me about the wonderful sex herblack boss had been giving her. When it rains it pours.Her pussy lotion had been remnants of his jism. She let meknow I’d been tasting his cum in her pussy.“I tried to get you somewhat prepared for this by whatI told you last night. That is, about him having powerover us both, since he’s the boss. I did influence him withmy pussy to get you the job. The. Well, this holster is not like any other I've ever seen. It is not leather, but it feels like the woven fabric parts on tennis shoes, a kind of woven nylon or dacron canvas.The holster has a flap and a catch, but the catch is magnetic. The gun can not fall out, but it is easy to sweep my right hand up against the flap and draw the gun out. The holster color is similar to the blue jeans I wear most of the time; I guess that's part of how I can keep the gun secret.Well, anyway, if the chickens. She had now moved her head closer to mine and was breathing softly onto my neck, listening to my short, sharp breaths. I was somewhat reluctant to feel at first, but now I had closed my eyes and was feeling Claires spectacularly tight ass in circular motions. Claire kissed me softly a couple of times on the neck as I did so. After 20 seconds or so, Claire moved away from me, pushed me down onto the toilet seat and moved closer into me, her breasts hovering tantalisingly close to my face, the.