Linda wouldjoin in by placing her hand on my knee or thigh. No matter how much I triedto ignore it, or stop it, my dick would rise to the occasion. I ...ould turna deep red if any one else was there. Linda would beam knowing she had mewhere I could not ignore her. If no one was watching, she would slide herhand up until she touched my shaft. I would move it away. Then one night,I let her feel it. Pretty soon, she caught me wearing loose shorts and ranher hand underneath the legs to get a better. I want to wrap myself around you like a stripper around a pole. I want to take your dick, kiss it all around and take it inside my mouth. I want to have sex with you. I want to wake up in the morning and see you in the bed with me, kiss you good morning, and get you up, make breakfast just for two. I'm not sure anything I've written in the past ten years is as hot as that last journal entry. It was written before I had ever been kissed and before I had ever had anything remotely resembling a. As I was working I caught a glimpse of her slowly spreading her legs. She was wearing a short pencil skirt and a rather revealing white blouse. As I continue to work she turns to me and says “Don’t you want to see underneath?”I stop dead, wondering if I imagined what she just said but I turn to her and she is slowly rubbing her pussy through her white lace thong that I just can’t stop staring at. “Erm, sure… If you’re okay with that” I say excitedly.“Of course I’m okay with it dummy! I asked. After she left, I picked up my phone and called my wife, I told her how things were going on where I was working, I didn't tell her about the Muslim woman I was fucking. So told me that she was missing me and I told her that am so horny for her that am going to masturbate immediately we end the call. She laughed and said no problem as far as I don't have extramarital affair. I told her I love her so much to do that to her. I asked her about her work and she told me that its going well. After.