Somewhat nervously you make your way to her door.Peering through the glass partition you see her studying reports with a frown of concentration. She i... attractive in a no-nonsense sort of way. She seems to be in her early forties, with hair cut short, but not severely so. She wears a minimal amount of make-up, but clearly takes care of her appearance. Her suit is brown, matching her hair; skirt rather than trousers.Nervously, you knock on the door."Enter!" you hear Ms Cole call in a clear but. She could taste her juices on my mouth and loved it. It was now getting unbearable for me. I had yet not come. I did not want to fuck her on the bed as I find that sex is more exciting on all places other than the bed; eg, floor, kitchen, shower, standing up . So I made her sit in my lap and picked her up in my arms. Her legs wrapped up around me. I stood up carrying her. Her back was resting against the wall, she was in mid-air, and we were humping like animals.I cannot describe well enough. Our eyes remained locked as she shed layer by layer. Not a strip-tease, but an opening, an offer. In seconds she stood there naked. The toughest lawyer in Denver was completely vulnerable, on display, mine to take or leave. If I rejected her, I knew her soul would shatter.The snow outside our window cast a glow around her. She was beautiful, dark hair flowing over her shoulders. Full, round breasts. Creamy, supple hips. I had noticed her curves when she’d wear a tight dress, but her body was. He paused, I paused and after a few seconds, I was pushing my arse back towards him, wanting more.The guy in my arse found some rhythm and was fucking me with a nice steady tempo. This gave me a chance to focus on the cock in my mouth.My newfound focus on the cock in my mouth was working, working too well because all of a sudden it was removed from my mouth, and I was told he was getting too close. He lifted me up and started kissing me instead. It might have been the change in the position of.