I thought she saw me checking her out. She looked at me with a sly smile then kept going. I didn’t know what to do, I thought she was going to say s...mething to my boss. I was freaking out. Next thing I know she’s walking out of her husbands office right towards me. Instead of saying anything to me she walks right on by, but throws a small piece of paper on my desk. I didn’t open it immediately but curiosity soon got the better of me. It simply said, “Basement storage, five minutes.” I. .”I couldn’t put the image of my son’s erect penis aside. I grew frustrated on his behalf. The next few weeks, when I bathed him or helped with the toilet, Michael was often erect. He talked rarely over those days, but he was still a happy lad, and despite his surely-frustrating erections, he seemed not to notice it too much.But I certainly did. I became somewhat fixated on it. It wasn’t even really sexual to me. I wanted my son to know that relief. I was heartbroken to think he would never be. I've never hoped that a guy went through my pockets without my permission before, but if he had, he at least would have found the condom I always keep in my back pocket when I go out.He's been fucking me for what feels like hours now. He must be close. How the hell am I going to get him to pull out. It's still risky, but it's at least slightly better than letting him cum inside me bare, isn't it?I felt his weight shift as he put both his hands on my shoulders and leaned down over me. He wasn't. She was 22 inches in the waist and her hips measured 30 inches.After that, I was almost too wet to do anything except cuddle Tanya, but we still had her packing to do. There was a mountain of clean clothes, freshly laundered and aired. She took both her new G-cup bras, eight pairs of knickers and several T-shirts and tops as well as two pairs of jeans. After she had closed her bag, not without a struggle, she peeled off her knickers and pushed them into my hand.'You can sniff these next.