She kept that up for a while, alternating between sucking down my pre-cum and using it as jack-off lube.Finally, she took her mouth off my pulsing dic... and said in a voice that was half demanding and half pleading, "Edward, fuck me now, baby, fuck me now." Sure," I said with a slow smile.Connie reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties. Unlike her fancy, black lace bra, her panties were basic and flesh toned. As she tossed them aside, I could see that the crotch band was soaked with. My heart skips a beat and I can feel my body warming at the mere thought of you. You smelled delicious today. You dirty girl. I feel, and hear, myself moan out as I read your response. Its what Ive been waiting for since I met you. For the next few weeks, we continue to share texts, stories at home, and emails at work, escalating our sexual tension. Work became torturous, as you would steal touches here and there&hellip, Id be sitting at my desk and feel your hand on my neck, your hands. “Well?” he asks Hugo.“You are right that he has other one he loves,” Hugo tells him. Irving nods and begins to rise, but Hugo stops him. “Wait please, is much more.”Irving’s heard that one before. He sits back down. “Oh, shit, all right, give us the rest of the bad news.”“I think may not be bad,” says Hugo. “You never ask today does he kill his wife.”“It’s not a question a good lawyer asks,” Irving explains tactfully. “Anyhow, in this case we don’t have to ask, he’s already volunteered for a. The place my father would use his belt upon us kids when the need arose, which was rare. But, my mother never raised a hand to us. She grabbed one of father's old belts then sat at the edge of her bed, lifting her skirt to her knees."Drop your pants and get over my knee young man!"Was she mad? I have never seen her like this before, almost as if her sadness were fuelling her anger at something I did not even think was that big a deal. I remember the flicker of her eyes as she took in my teenage.