Now unencumbered, he moved freely around her body, kissing and licking as he went. She writhed in pleasure. Having finally arrived at her feet, he k...ssed another tattoo on her ankle, which looked like a dolphin or fish of some kind, then began working his way up the inside of her thigh. Her legs spread to accommodate him. This was way better than porn.With the help of a finger he parted her pussy lips and lapped at her exposed vagina. Carrie flinched. His tongue darted around her labia. Then, as she pushed her tongue, seeking entry into his mouth, she pushed a little harder.That fat head popped inside her so suddenly that she wasn't prepared for it. As a result, the pressure she'd been applying gobbled up another inch of his cock before she could stop.She kept kissing her lover until his hands found her shoulders and pushed her up with strength she couldn't overcome with just her weight."What are you doing?" he panted."Kissing you," she said, breathing heavily."Sherry!" he. The next two days were spent stroking the time out of the people we needed away from their desks. Fridays were reserved for massaging people over the fear of change that came from losing the comfort of habit.I was 35 minutes early every morning but on Fridays I usually had nothing to do. I did not need coffee or want to read my mail that morning so my co-workers were surprised that I had started the first set of automated builds for our last week. I got the seating map out and looked to pin. Emma felt mortified with guilt for not having offered. ‘Oh goodness, yes!’ she urged. ‘Please! Touch them! Grope them!’ Simon’s weak hands found their way onto her tits, and pleasure surged through her, radiating from wherever his fingertips and palms found their exploratory way. ‘Oh Simon!’ she moaned, finally getting the boob-attention she had been craving. ‘Don’t stop! Squeeze them! Play with my nipples, yes, yes, just like that. And jiggle them. Please, please jiggle them, oh goodness yes.