Her exposed clit was right in front of me, so I ran my tongue across it which sent a shiver through her body. I began my making long slow stokes from ...er clit up to her tight pucker asshole. Her moans were telling me I was doing the right thing. I then plunged my tongue into her pussy. I began tongue fucking her the best I could as if my tongue were my cock. After a short while, I knew it was time to start focusing on her clit. I removed my tongue from her pussy and rolled her on her back. I. I felt like I was saying goodbye to an old friend but I didn't know why yet. Cindy tossed me a pair of her panties and told me to put them on. She then told me there was a dozen more pairs for me to wear, including some she had already worn. My birthday presents began with a new wardrobe despite the fact that I'd been naked for a year. She bought me a new cell phone, a watch, camera, even a new laptop. Next, she bought me new seat covers and told me she'd never really sold my car. It had been. Why not? And, on Christmas morning, I even sneaked into the seclusion of my office and sent a “Happy Christmas” text to her. I didn’t get a response. A card I didn’t expect but I hoped, deep down, that she might respond with a text message. I was disappointed. Okay, I’d agreed not to be a stalker - but sending a card and text at Christmas… come on, where’s the harm? On December 28, the girls and their husbands departed after lunch for their homes in the north. The date is burned in my memory. Embracing her burning arousal, she stood up and walked around to his side of the desk, confident that she would be able to resist her urge to luxuriously slide his dick into her wet pussy. Bending over next to him, she pointed at some figures, her face only inches from his. He reached an arm around underneath her body to point at that column's total, but his forearm bumped into one of her breasts, hanging low and heavy from her chest. Her pussy gushed with pheromone-laden lubrication at this.