“Oh good,” I replied. “Let’s have a look at it.”Karen unzipped her grey pinstriped pencil skirt and let it fall to the floor. I knelt in fro...t of her and pulled her knickers down. If she was wearing a thong, as she sometimes did, I would sometimes not even bother to remove it, as the string presented no real obstacle to our mutual pleasure. But today she was wearing big, Bridget Jones-style pants which were supposed to help disguise a bigger-than-she-wanted stomach. I pulled them down to her. He had the house to himself that afternoon, and there was no reason anyone would care who he was inviting in, but still. There was definitely a feeling of guilt, of wrongness. He closed the door behind her, turning the lock on the knob. It was not to trap her, as turning the knob from the inside automatically unlocked it, but his mind now felt the gaze of the world lessen. Not vanish, just lessen.She was standing behind him, waiting. Smiling. He rubbed his chin, wondering how exactly to handle. He pulls my hair when he fucks me from behind and I beg him to pull harder. He spanks me - hard but not hard enough to hurt me. He grabs my ass with both of his big strong hands and we get into a rhythm. I follow his lead. He pushes my head down and fucks me faster. He calls me his white pussy boy and makes me tell him how good his dick feels inside me.He decides when to change positions. He pulls out of me and I suck his dick until he tells me what to do next.He loves to have me sit on his. She suddenly felt self-conscious about being naked. She kept her legs together."I haven't seen much of you lately," she began."Well, not as much as usual." You aren't angry about anything?" What? Oh, gee, no--of course not."Darleen frowned slightly, looking less than comfortable.Caroline was determined to get the truth, no matter how embarrassing the situation was.She said, "I saw you going into Helen's house." Did you?" Tell me, Darleen, are you having an affair with her?" Of course not,".