I recognized her as Johanna, the good secretary of one of my Bosses. She paused to see me there sitting at the toilet, with my face a bit red…She sm...led politely and realized I was out of breath. She thought that I could be ill; so she asked me if I was fine.I smiled back and replied I was just masturbating myself there.My answer looked to shock the little girl…but then she laughed.I thought Johanna was straight; but however, I invited her to share a drink at the coffee shop around the corner.. “Of course!” I said, kissing her neck.“The same thing I offered nearly four years ago. Marry me.”“Seriously?” I asked.“Yes and no,” she sighed. “It’s strange. I don’t want to marry in general, but I keep coming back to the idea that being married to you would be perfect. It makes no sense, but it’s true. And no, I’m not giving up on the idea of us having kids, or anything like that. Getting married would be, I don’t know, simple, I guess.”“That is what you want from your life, but would being. Kicking off my pants and underwear, which had fallen around my ankles, I stumbled over to the bar on trembling legs and poured us each a fresh glass of champagne. When I pressed it into her hands, Linda gulped down half of it thirstily and then sank back against the couch. I sat in a chair and watched her. With my own champagne, I washed down a 100-mg tablet of Viagra which I had retrieved from my pants pocket. She didn't need to know about that.Neither of us spoke for some time. Linda finished. I became more aggressive now. I quickly moved close to her and gave small kiss on her lips. She gave only light resistance, and kept shuffling her legs. I held her tightly in my arms. She said she’s married and not sure if she is doing the right thing. I said if it gave her pleasure then it’s the right thing to do. This time I slid my hand under her bathrobe and told her that I knew she was getting wet in the pussy, so why doesn’t she stop struggling? She was embarrased. I repeated that I.