It's like she was designed for milking a cock, getting every inch of your fat meatstick covered in her spit and throat slime as you pump it in and out...like a pussy. Drool spills down out the sides of her face, covering her eyes, even a bit coming out of her nose.She is lying on her back completely nude on the kitchen table, legs spread wide as they wriggle and her toes curl with each deep thrust. That pussy is drenched despite not being touched at all, with each new thrust seeming to make her. I was moving my hands along the border of her panty and enjoying the feel. These things were happening over the space of about 2 hours and i dint know to proceed further as she did not make any signs that she was awake. I was stuck and decided to touch her boobs over her nighty. I started feeling it slowly and they were really soft and tender. Her boobs were not facing and i was not able to see her face expressions.Suddenly, she got up with a jerk and i went off to the bed as if i was sleeping. One day I went into the office and we got talking about general thing's and I was thinking to myself how nice a guy he was. He was stood over by a filing cabinet talking to me as he was working and he bent down to reach into the bottom draw, I was thinking he had a nice arse when I noticed a large bulge in the back of his suit trousers. I joked with my self saying in my head "if that's his cock tucked underneath then it must be huge". For the next two weeks me and bob would have the office to. “You know, I’m actually jealous of the guy,” Jeff confessed. Alistair smiled just as Julie returned. It was clear from the look on her face that something was wrong. “Abdul won’t be coming,” she told them, ”His dad’s had a stroke.” “Sorry to hear that,” Jeff told her. Julie took a mouthful of wine. “Thanks,” she told him. Alistair reached across and gave her a hug. “I was actually hoping that he wasn’t going to come, as well,” she said. “If he came, I was going to tell him just before he.