Calm down, Carol! She took a deep breath before continuing. Laboratory, Mrs. Thompson., she answered in a professional manner. May I help you? The voi...e on the line was the one she expected. Mrs. Thompson. Oh yes, I certainly know that you can help me. This is Ken Williams. Mr. Harris and I are expecting you for our meeting. Can we look forward to seeing you soon? Ken Williams was the Director of Facilities and Maintenance Activities for the regional medical center. Virtually all activities. Breaking away I spin her around and slap her ass through her thin dress. With a moan and a yelp, she raises up on her tiptoes and arches her back. I lift her hem above her ass to see the reding handprint on her pale butt cheek. Sinking to my knees I open her legs and taste her wet pussy. My fingers opening her up she presses my face deeper into her ass. Licking from her cunt to her tight little ass my tongue twirling around her tangy hole coated with my saliva and her dripping sex I insert my. Their sex was always just as boring and practicalas the underwear she wore. Missionary position and decidedly vanilla.Simon, although he would fuck Linda to get his rocks off, would never eather pussy. It was the one way he could exert some semblance ofindependence. Until she caved in and started wearing some of the clotheshe preferred he'd never give her that exquisite pleasure.For Simon and Linda it was their version of a Mexican standoff.She heard Simon's heavy breathing and his squeaky. One short, lust-fuelled walk later, and we were in a relatively private place: an employees' only corridor, tucked into a dark, recessed doorway. It must have been under sixty seconds from first kiss to the point where I was buried in her soaking wet cunt, her leg hooked over my arm. I kept thinking, °Damn, she's flexible!° She thrust against me as hard as I thrust into her. I'm well hung: almost nine inches, with a blunt head, upward curve and solid girth. The fact that she was able to take me.