I noticed that her nipples were prominently evident again. And it wasn’t even cold.“By the way, we’re having some folks over from the surgery de...artment this Sunday ... for a swim and a barbeque. Can you come?” She smiled and then added, “You’re not on call.”She was right. How’d she know that? “Uh ... I suppose so. What time? Can I bring anything?”“Two to three PM and bring an appetite. Will you come, please?”I realized right then that I might have said ‘yes,’ meaning ‘no,’ but at that moment,. I feel my cock begin to swell, so I let go of her and slide out of her soaked pussy.“Why’d you stop?” she asks a little concerned.“I was gonna cum, and didn’t want to,” I replied.“Oh you’re just getting too excited fucking mommy aren’t you, you naughty boy,” she says with a smirk.I slap my wet cock against her ass and lift her hips up, guiding my cock back inside of her until my hips are against her big ass. Starting off slow, I give her long, slow thrusts, gradually picking up the pace until. She had known Ed for a long time, but this was the first time that he had ever shown her official federal identification. She asked, “When did you get that?”“Just recently,” answered Ed. Looking around the lobby, he asked, “So have the others arrived yet?”With the irritation in her voice giving a hint at her anger, she said, “Yes, they are in the conference room. What are you working on?”“It’s a joint case between the FBI and IRS.”That was exactly what John had told her, but she wanted more. Above this, under a chef’s blue and white striped apron, she wore a white silk shirt. Her feet were unshod but in stockings. She turned, leaning back against the worktop and undid her apron and threw it over the back of a chair. Her breasts were obviously braless and her nipples showed dark through the white silk. ‘Sorry about that. I had to finish that off. So, how has your week been?’ I gave her some perfunctory details but was interrupted by the doorbell and she asked me to get the door. I.