The less Sarah knew about that side of me, the better.We stopped for lunch at a fast food restaurant and made St. FrancisBeach by early afternoon. It...was exactly the same as it had been theyear before, when my change was new and the resulting wounds were stillopen, raw and bloody. Now they were at least partially healed. Yeah,there were scars and even some new cuts and contusions, but everyonehad those. They were unavoidable, unless you were a shut-in. Andsince my body had also changed and. I came back from theorgasm induced daze just in time to feel him grab a pillow from above myhead and put it under my hips. He wanted to taste me more.I’ve gone quite a while without regular sex, up until the last month orso anyway. I’ve gone even longer without someone that was really eagerto perform oral sex on me. In fact, I’ve only had a couple of lovers inmy life that really wanted to taste me. Oh sure, they say they like it,but they just never seem to get around to it. That is definitely. As it was, after I took care of myself, I had to use my panties to dry myself because the toilet paper kept falling apart and sticking. Yes, I went commando for the rest of the day. Thank the Goddess she didn’t do it again, I certainly would have flooded my chair. I was self-conscious the rest of the day, imagining someone could see up my dress or worse, smell my excitement.That set the stage for a while. After Susanna masturbated, I would retreat to the bathroom and take care of myself. On. A picture of his damp boxers, the bulge of his cock clearly winking at me. I wanted it.I entered the office there was no-one around. I went to my draw and found a botole of hand lotion, that would do. It was about an inch and a half thick and 8 inches long.I went to the meeting room and sat on one of the leather sofas.I ran my hand up my stocking covered legs, my pussy was twitching and by now very wet.I pressed the cold bottle against my clit. I could feel the coldness through the tiny thong i.