..I know, I know, dearreader, you can almost taste the anticipation. I want you to enjoy thisjournal like I enjoy experiences in the 'rocking' chair.... Don't gobble itup, savor it. At this point, all my energy was going into trying to both stand up andkeep from shitting at the same time. I don't know what flashed across mymind as I stood there against the edge of the chair, but whatever it wasdecided it was better to sit than strain and ...you get the picture. Already I didn't know how long. " he replied."Not bad, but let me know if it looks like running past Wednesday." Of course Ms Chiverton, that's when the Goodtrees accounts come crashing through" Have you finished with The Telegraph?" Oh yes, of course." Fisher smiled as he handed her the newspaper.Margo went to the coffee machine to make her selection and Fisher stole a glance at her shapely rear-end and heeled fetlocks. She had a knack of dressing demurely yet radiate sex.As she turned with her coffee Fisher's eyes looked. "She leaned in and kissed me passionately as she began slowly riding my cock as we began a marathon session. Unlike most of our sessions where I fucked her or she fucked me, this time we made love.Who knows how much later, having deposited a third load in her, completing the sexual hat trick, we retired to my bedroom where we fell asleep in seconds , her in my arms.2. An Even BIGGER SurpriseIt had been a week since that crazy night and I had nearly forgotten Ashley's fantasy when the strangest. " "Mmmm." she purred, as if in deep thought about that. "I don't think your momma would approve of you being down here with me." "Well, I'm not going to tell her. Are you?" "No, probably not since I need this job." Pam jumped up out of the chair. "Hey, do you remember when you danced with me at my cousin's wedding last year. That was some dance." I did remember that dance. It was late in the evening when the lights had been turned down low, and the band was down to playing slow country songs.