The finger in her mouth slipped out, and that hand trailed down her tummy to the edge of the t-shirt, quickly tugging it up to free her pillowy chest....That wet finger brushed over the nipple at its center, sending electricity through her curvy body. She licked the door, lust taking over, eyes moving from his body back to his cock. Her mind screamed that this was as wrong as it could get, but her pussy pushed all that guilt way back and applied its own logic. Her fingers and hands were driven. A girl from head office came to the location I was working at, we had met a few times and I had certainly noticed her... she was rather erm...hot... and she knew what I thought, we had chattede by email, firstly on official business and then personally, sometimes very saucy but not real sexy.She arrived and came into my office, she was wearing a blouse, jacket and a pair of black trousers, very elegant and professional... we went and had a coffee and chatted, sex soon became a topic and. .. I've already cum.......... about........ fifteen times, so............. whenever you're ready" as a tear streamed down her face. I was beside myself hearing her say this! My dad took his hands off from her hips and put them on her shoulders and slammed her seventy something pound frame for at least five minutes more. He gave one last slam and let his load go. Samantha got off and fell in a heap on the bed. She was exhausted and her right leg was spazzing uncontrollably for a few minutes. She. Angela, surprised, said, "You have muscle definition."I looked at her and said, "Duh!"Then I stepped out of my shorts and she gasped and said, "Oh, it's big. Let me hold it."I climbed back on the bed and she wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked and looked at it. Considering that Angela hadn't sucked me yet, I was awfully hard and very eager to put it into her. I let her stoke me and the feel of her tiny hand was more than enough to make me hard. While she stroked me I reached down to her.