He’d returned home to the usual frostbitten reception. Joyless and suspicious wife not the least bit interested in the details of his trip, nor in h...s amorous advances, situation normal. The weekend had passed as they usually did with any excuse to get the hell out of the house. It was on Monday morning that life once again became interesting for George. He arrived at the office building at the usual time, zoned out with the routine of making his way from the car to the elevator. Looking but. I squeezed her ass cheeks, and then slipped my hands between her thighs. I tickled the insides of her thighs with my fingertips. She moaned again, and then pushed her legs apart. She followed my guidance, and spread her legs apart. I began to massage her thighs, and then cupped her pussy from behind with my right hand and began massaging her through her pants. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Have you been bad?" I exhaled a deep breath into her left ear, and she moaned. "Yes. I've. I looked at it and thought, will I really put his dick in MY mouth. If I do this what will I become? All these thoughts lasted no more then 3 seconds and I just took his cock in both hands and gently wrapped my mouth around it, he let out a low sound. I used my tongue around the top and the rim of the head making sure my teeth did not touch. The more I worked my mouth and tongue, the more I felt his dick becoming even harder, and the more I enjoyed what I was doing. After a short period he put. Common sense suspended by a hormone cocktail, I lift my long skirt and turn around so he can enter me from behind. Smiling mischievously, he plunges his cock inside me with a fierce and steady rhythm. I drop the front of my skirt and lean against him enjoying the ride. Our faces start to flush with desire; our breathing quickens in sync with the penetration. Off in the distance we hear the warning ding! that announces the door's about to open on the 16th floor. A couple of teenage boys.