’ She lightly kissed him. ‘Don’t ever feel pressured to say you love me.’ She smiled, and added, ‘I’m praying that you will someday. But I...don’t want to hear it, unless you mean it.’ Their lips locked together, warm and alive. Sam groaned, when Sherry lifted the back of his shirt and slid her hands underneath. His hands returned the favor. Feeling her shirt rise up, Sherry pushed away, and with a stern expression said, ‘Sam, I can’t be your Sex Therapist any more. I’ve become too personally. .. Oh crap, time to go back to work.Same routine, the click, clack, my thong soaking wet, my nipple rubbing on my bra and me, horny as hell. And to add to my misery, my dildo in my other bag.I did not wash my hands back in the restaurant, I wanted to bring my own scent to my desk and impregnate it everywhere, maybe my boss has my panties, maybe he is wearing them right now. I know he hides something, what is it...??? I have no idea, but I bet it could be fun and venturousI am faking eating. Instead, you shove the dildo in me once again for lubrication. You ask me if I like having things in my ass, your left index finger teasing me at its entry. I tell you that I do like having things in my ass and would you please fuck me there. You can do better than that. You reach around with your left hand where I lick your middle finger sloppily and you insert it in my anus, asking me if that feels good and I am nodding and saying I want more. You gradually work your index finger in as well. “Yes it does but you haven’t been fucked, at least today.”She picked up her glass and downed the remainder of her wine. She took a deep breath and pulled the tab on her zipper down. The inner halves of her tits were exposed and the hidden portions trying to burst out of her swimsuit.“Then Dan, maybe you should do something about me getting fucked.” Her eyes yearning for him darted over his handsome face. Was he going to laugh at her pathetic request for sex? Would he fuck a woman as old as she.