.. I thought...'The old man hadn't said Seven to Ten Days ... No, he'd said Seven to Ten BUSINESS days.'Everybody knows governmental offices are only ...pen 4 days a week ... Well, five really, but that fifth day is a myth. Nobody starts anything new on Friday. They start leaving at noon on Friday.'But this coming business week doesn't start until NEXT Tuesday.'This is Friday. Shit. I was already starting to sweat. I was doing my figuring on my fingers.'Today doesn't count, nor Saturday, Sunday. ." Well it's not exactly the type of thing you can put down on paper." she said as she got up and leaned over the desk, giving Henry an unrivaled look down the deep valley between her brown breasts. Her hands pressed flat against the shiny surface and she practically crawled closer to the still-seated Henry."I have ... the tightest ... little black ass ... you are ever going to ever see." she said in a slow deliberate voice. "And given the chance I'll pump that cock of yours so dry you won't be. (At this stage I have to pull my cock out of my wife’s pussy as I am too close to cumming, so I kneel between her legs and caress her as I continue the fantasy.)The younger man is quite flustered and somehow dislodges his cap which falls into the water and is carried down towards you. You lift a foot above the water and guide the cap to you.“You’ll have to come and get your cap if you want it back.” you say with a cheeky grin.“Can’t you just toss it to me?” he asks, face flushing.“Nope!” you. As time passed, however, Lisa and I became closer friends. I learned that her husband was a successful businessman who owned a series of hardware stores. And let me tell you: more than once over morning coffee, Lisa described to me in almost intricate detail the hot, wild sex she and her husband had the night before. "Oh, Brad, Steve does amazing things with that tongue of his," she might say to open a conversation. Or, she might inform me that "Steve loves the fact that I never wear pantyhose:.