I exit the elevator, walk to the front desk to say hello to the receptionist. "Hi Jessie, how are you today," I politely inquire and add, "Is my guy b...sy with clients or a meeting at the moment?"She looks slightly busy but smiles at me saying, "Oh no, Mrs. Sinclair, he is just eating his lunch in his office." She reaches for the phone. "I will let him know you’re here!" Oh no, please don't, Jessie. I wish to surprise Mr. Sinclair today," I exclaim quickly so she doesn't have the chance to. They were supportive of me, more so when Betty seemed to turn on me. I got interested in Edgar Cayce. His death had caused an upsurge in interest of the psychic, so I delved into readings and all kinds of the paranormal. I was a very unhappy person and I didn't really know why. My first reading was when I was twenty. It answered the question of why Betty and Philip turned to each other, and why she wouldn't even give his memory up. It seems that they were soul mates and they met in each. Yet, I had the stinger. The whole inverted scene spun crazily in my head.She shifted to a gyrating motion with her hips. I could see the hood and her clit even further engorged. She shifted one hand off the ground and moved it to her pussy, masturbating herself.With one final push downward, she engulfed my full nine inches deep within her ass. Her pubic bone ground hard against mine. Her head was thrown back, back arched, neck distended. Every muscle in her abdomen and upper body was taught.. She smiled at me and opened up her robe exposing a nice body for her age and a great set of 38c tits. You do this everytime you come home she asked. I had to tell her the truth that i did. She smiled and told me not to stop she would enjoy watching me play and sat down next to me on the couch. I was blushing still but so turned on, thinking to myself omg there are real tits next to me. She reached over and he hand went right inside my boxers pulling my out, god her hand was so warm and felt.