I chuckled to myself as I had a similar stash in my house. “Well b*o lets see what kind of shit you’re into” I said out loud to myself as I cur...ously leafed through the disks. It was your typical stash, the titles read Moms Bang Teens, Babysitter Sluts 5, Horny MILF’s, Throat Gaggers, etc. I was about to put them back when one of the disks caught my eye. It was simply labelled “M & L” and it was labelled in different writing than all the rest. I should have just put it away but it piqued. If I thought thatkissing was good, then this is... just... so much better. After a fewmoments it gets even better. Can it? Oh my, oh my, it can, it suddenlyfeels as though my entire being is draining out of me and into him. Itis just out of this world, I am out of this world; and then it graduallysubsides; and I am totally relaxed.I feel him pick me up and carry me to my bedroom. He puts me down on thebed and, he tells me later, I ask him to stay with me. I sleep,emotionally exhausted.I don't. I like the way you dangle and swing to and fro.’ Now it was my turn to laugh. ‘I guess there’s a special etiquette that covers situations like this. I just don’t know what it is.’ ‘I don’t think any of us do,’ she said. Then she greeted her husband, a stocky man with thinning brown/gray hair and a pleasant grin, who appeared through the doorway. ‘George, this is Jim Bromfield. I think you’ve already met his wife.’ I stuck out my hand. He gripped it. ‘It’s good to meet you, Jim,’ he said,. He was tempted to take in the sights of her eager and willing body, but he was her boss and knew that the entire office, though pretending to work just outside the open door, were very attentive to what was transpiring in his office. He leaned back in his chair, his face settling into a mask of authority. “Kay, from now on be here at eight sharp, in your chair, and ready to work. Do I make myself clear?” His voice brooked no argument. He added, “If it happens again, I’ll be forced to do.