" I walked up to him, giving him a one arm hug and bumped hips. "I have some fond memories of what we did in that old chair. You haven't forgotten hav... you?" I looked up at him from under my lashes.He took a deep breath and smiled. "Damn Charlie, I had a good mad going there until you spoiled it for me."He gave my butt a squeeze and went back to his office, calling out over his shoulder, "I think this new chair needs breaking in Charlie. What do you say?" Maybe later Randy, I have a lot of work. "Let's see what you got."I pushed her backward toward the bed, then ripped my clothes off and let them land on the floor. I jumped on the bed and said, "It better be good, bitch, 'cause if it ain't, I'll still fuck you and then kill you."Instantly she was on the bed between my legs and nursing my cock. Her hands roved over my shaft while her mouth covered my glans and her tongue began exploring every inch of the purple raging head. She was good and she was very intense; she apparently didn't. Kingston's office was larger than the other five since he was the head accountant, and I being his assistant had a smaller office next to his.So as to understand the rest of my story it is important that I talk about Mr. Kingston since what I am about to say concerns him to a great extent. He was a man in his mid thirties and extremely good looking, having a moustache that made him look somewhat like Clark Cable who was very popular at the time. He was married and lived on North Street in a. Her tits were big and firm. So firm I wondered if they were real. Her ass was tight as well. I was kneading it through her flimsy night gown and her buns felt like they were made of steal. I had been with girls half her age that had fat sloppy bodies but this lady defied time. She dropped to her knees and began to suck my cock on the inside of her door. We said nothing, as she started to slurp away hungrily. She undid my pants buckle and slid them down to the floor without stopping on my cock.