Every time my cock immersed her legs shook and buckled like the shaky frames of a ruined house in the wind. Everytime the head intruded her soft lips...parted for me and drew me into her depths. I knew I had her good because I could hear the slickness of her salivating love canal. One of her hands dropped to the faucet and she commented “we’re gonna need some white noise” she let the water run at our feet and a tension released in her. I could tell the sounds of the running water made her. Before I knew it, we were naked and devouring one another.I'll leave the rest to the imagination of the reader.Within three weeks, she had moved in with me. We still kept things very quiet, easy to do when you're sufficiently dedicated to your work to focus on work at the office, and on play at home.Eventually the project ended, some six months later. She was reassigned to another agency within the state complex still struggling with mainframes. She and I were finally able to take our. I leaned forward - she moved her face toward my ear - and said "That's Right!" Being so close, I then commented "Sorry if I stared earlier, but you are a great-looking woman wearing a great outfit very well!"The session went very well, although I was slightly distracted by her presence. She frequently crossed her legs (I had mentioned to her how I admired the clingy-ness of her leather pants on her legs). I believe it was intentional. (Granny Here: he's right - it was intentional). The session. “Give me the bottle,” he said and laughed. “I know what to do. Say a prayer and close your eyes,” he laughed again. And I did so. A moment later he took my hand and gave me the bottle, now open. “How did you do that?” I exclaimed…”Magic! Don’t you believe in Magic?” I laughed. “But how?…”“I used my thumb,” he said. “That is a very powerful thumb,” I remarked and we both laughed and drank from the bottle. Then cheese, bread, our little makeshift sandwich and more drinking from the.