It was Bob, my unit's sergeant. He was clearly a couple of sheets to the wind and still in uniform with his open collar khaki shirt unbuttoned. Surfer...boy Bob! Blond, tanned, a mop of unruly beach boy hair that resented being tamed to mil-spec. His unbuttoned shirt exposed his smooth, hairless chest. Bob signaled quiet with his index finger pressed to his lips. He entered my cube and the curtain dropped closed behind him. I was paralyzed, except for my twitching cock clearly outlined by the. I went near her house and parked my car near the bylines and within 15 mind she came walking towards my car wearing a very tight sexy sareeAnd a low cut cleavage blouse as she was looking like a prostitute she came and sat inside my car and i introduced myself and told her about my family life and she told me that she is new in this town and she was looking for a good friend who could give her company in evenings as she used to get bored after 8 pm she even told she had some friends but not who. Eventually, I gave her a list of things to work on and left her alone. I could recheck everything, but no one works well with someone looking over their shoulder. Sean had sent me a series of texts. I am looking into real estate possibilities in the area. As owner of the building, you may be interested. Your manager is very professional. Commend her for me. This corporate membership also has possibilities. You may be seeing me around. I text back. You better be around, you overstuffed teddy. Once again, despite the pleasure of his tongue, she realised her body craved for him to be inside her once more. She drew his head away from her genitalia, and his body rose up, their lips meeting once more in an open-mouthed kiss. With his cock hard again, he pushed forward and entered her, causing her to gasp. Ruth told him to go hard and fast this time, and that is what he did. They came within moments of each other. Exhausted, and nearly spent, they lay entwined on the sofa, enjoying the.