I kept thinking of what had happened the night before. And, no, not about the Sox' fantastic performance, as gratifying as that was.Anyhow, I got to h...r room-and got a backslide. Not that I was shocked by that, mind you. A lot had happened the day before. She was reevaluating. When I got there, and sat on her couch-she didn't just sit at the opposite end of the couch. No, she didn't even sit on the couch at all-she went right for the desk chair, which was practically across the room.I suppose I. Apparently I was the spice that she needed. Helen really did remind me of an older version of Daisy Duke and as she removed her skirt and her thong panties I was very impressed. She was very physically fit and her bush was just trimmed not shaved off. Her tummy was slightly rounded, as was her fantastic ass. Helen stood up on top of the conference table and danced very seductively inviting me to join her. I removed my shoes, socks, pants, and my underwear then I climbed up on the table with. She had sounded a bit shy, but he could tell by the expression on her face she wasn’t intimidated by him in the least. In fact, he thought she might be able to kick his ass if she wanted to. Sweet but tough. It was an interesting combination. He laughed. ‘I don’t mind at all. You may be a distraction, but I think I would be more distracted if you left than if you stayed.’ A crooked grin pulled at the corners of his mouth. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ She shot back. ‘Oh, umm, nothing. Nothing. This was definitely warming me up fast. Her right hand moved down my back and around my ass, her fingers tracing the inside of my crack, pressing my panties into it. With our bodies intertwined and the blankets over our heads, I quickly forgot about the blizzard outside. As Sarah continued to push against my hands, I realized her crotch was getting wet; not from sweat, but from the same sticky flow that covered my fingers when I masturbated. She moved in a slow steady rhythm, squeezing my hands.