"When did Betty get here?" Lydia asked.Agnes narrowed her eyes in Clint Eastwood fashion at Lydia. "More than two darn hours ago." Fuck," Lydia was th...nking, "I hope whatever's on that TV is actually interesting and not just some ad for Activia. God knows Betty gets excited over debating what's better, Progresso or Campbell's."As she neared the lobby she saw several people were gathered around the TV. Betty was hushing people as the news anchor was speaking. "This just in. Thirty-eight-year-old. Damn, you’re going to make me shoot off.” “I know honey, my guy likes it too…only thing is…he helps me get off while I’m getting him off.” I increased the speed and pressure of my finger on Randy’s prostate. Grinding my pussy against his hip bone. “Randy…help me…please…I need to cumm so fucking bad.” I felt Randy hand slip between my grinding mound and his hip bone. I felt his finger slip between my bloated pussy lips and over my sensitive little love button. It was like we had been lovers. ”She looked at him menacingly. “If you come before I do I’ll have you make it up to me all day.”Brian sighed and leaned back, but then got back up to grab her and turn her around. Now that she was flat on her back he had all the control he needed, but he found himself going none the slower. He thrust into her as deep as he could, gripping her neck tightly and forcing her head up a little. Lacking balance Lucy started to squirm and shift around, her eyes noticeably fogging up.Her arms locked. Well..." Paul, take all the time off you want. You deserve it. All I ask it that we get some sort of replacement for Sylvie before the two of you disappear. God knows I'll never find another Sylvie ... but help me look."Sylvie had just walked into the office and heard the end of Richard's request. "Help you look for what? What's going on here?" Honey, Richard knows all about us. He said that the whole office knew we were meant for each other ... they were just waiting for us to figure it out.".