She broke the kiss and said, “Wait up honey, not here.” I gave her a naughty look and said, “No one is here.”She said, “Let’s go to your p...ace” I said, “What’s the hurry? You are like the chocolate cake that I can have and eat it too. So why not eat it slowly and enjoy it” With this I grabbed her, and pulled her closer to me.I started licking her neck and caressing her boobs over her shirt and then slowly with other hand, I started caressing her thighs. She got fully excited and she started. “Sure I can guess. But I want you to tell me what you did…what you felt… Go on darling, tell me!” I started telling her, in full graphic detail. From the sound of her breathing and her increasingly frequent sighs and moans I could tell that my blow-by-blow, stroke-by-stroke account was turning her on big time. When I got to telling her how I had fucked myself anally she gave a loud, growling Mmmm… “You sound as if you’re really wet now,” I said. At that point she must have moved her phone close. He started to work at the buttons of her blouse, and watched her face as he did so. He pushed the cotton garment from her shoulders and down her arms. It floated to the floor, puddled at her feet. She pulled his shirt from the waistband of his khakis he was wearing, and fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. Finally, she just tugged, and several of the buttons went flying, she apologized, and said she would sew them back on. "No worries, Darlin'" he assured her. He removed his shirt, and. He kept looking out the office window which faced the backyard and felt a twinge of excitement when the gate between the two yards opened and he saw her walking towards the house. The sliding glass door was unlocked as usual and she knew where his office was. That was the first time he ever saw that little housecoat that would forever be considered an erotic garment even though he doubted anybody else would.She came up to his room and sat in the other chair, legs parted for the perfect beaver.