I countered, “I want you to see how hot he gets me. Is that wrong?” His reply, “Not at all.” It was still snowing the next morning. I got up ...nd looked out the window: our car was buried in a snowdrift. I came back to bed and both my men were half-awake. History repeated itself. I confess to the same feelings as yesterday, when Robert left the bathroom door open. I had the same sexual arousal as yesterday when Thomas returned to the bed, smelling fresh and horny. The only difference was that,. I saw her face as she left the lift and still remember how she looked. My underpants were in a right mess so I went to the gents and removed them and put them in my briefcase before using them to clean my now semi hard cock and wet thigh before going to my desk. I didn’t have a girl friend at the time and it had been a couple of weeks since I had a wank. Once I got home I jerked off twice that evening remembering the most quick and intense ejaculation I have ever had. The intensity of the. In her bed, warm and tranquil, she exudes an aroma which I find irresistible. I want to pull ever closer to me, yet it is impossible as she is already welded to me. My arm around her, my hand gently cupping a breast, I am as content as it is possible for me to be. My morning erection lies between the lovely soft cheeks of her bottom, waiting for any invitation to enter her once again.I'm not sure she was awake when she accepted me into her body that morning. In a way, I thought it might be. Eight o’clock exactly. Allison imagined that June Calloway probably encouraged promptness in her clients and Lionel was, it seemed, extending the same courtesy to her. She took deep breath and stepped into the hall to greet her visitor.Their first exchange was uncomfortable, each saying “Good evening” simultaneously. Allison ushered him into the living room and sat down. Lionel, evidently uncertain of things, stayed standing. Allison, reasoning that it was good idea to keep him on the back.