Sitting in her chair with the belt pressed hard against her just kept reminding her over and over again. She didn't realise this until one of her co-w...rkers kindly pointed out that she had a wet spot on the back of her skirt and was concerned she had accidentally sat in something. Poor Linda blushed so badly at the time and remembered to pull up her skirt when she sat down in future. Of course, this also just was another mental reminder to make her throb even more.After 2 weeks she did. I became wetter than I can ever remember being before. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the sensation. Before too long I felt him on top of me, felt his cock pushing inside my pussy again.“You’re so fucking wet baby. After I **** you and shoot a few loads up in your wonderful pussy, I wanna make love to you. Would you like that baby?”I had to be honest, so I nodded. He pulled my panties out of my mouth and kissed me. This time he wasn’t so sloppy or eager, he took his time and took control. . And then the forbidden thoughts would gnaw at her despite her efforts to banish them. In short Helen Spangler was at war with herself.Phillipe, on the other hand, was quite satisfied with the way things were working out. His father's words had simply cemented his plan in place. Rachel Donovan was certainly a beautiful woman and there was something about the body of a mature woman which made him realize how much more pleasure he derived from seducing the thirty-eight year old than the teens.. She cleared her throat and with nervousness in her voice she said, “Nice to meet you as well. I'm Angel.” He was still holding her hand. He pulled her close to him and started to dance. She lost herself in his eye and his movements. She couldn't help but to move with him. They weren't dancing anymore. They were having sex on the dance floor. She turned her back to him and cocked her head to one side. He lowered his head into her neck. He thought to himself, 'God what a neck, what a smell.' He.