But as you told me there in the cafe that day, 'maybe some other time, then?'" She pushed gently against his chest until he backed out through the doo...s, they closed again, and the elevator continued on to the floor and room where she had craved Michael's cock on that infamous night, three years ago. *** "So, this is it. The room where you 'almost' fucked him? Does it look the same?" I asked. She ignored the room's contents, and my question, still living her part from our booth downstairs."So,. There was an obstruction. Where from the juices comes out then? I tried with my little finger. Ah, it could find the way! I perspired and sighed while my little finger was moving fervently in and out of my lava hole. Then there…oh…I shivered. Something was moving up my legs. I had completely forgotten the presence of my father. It was his hand. I stilled in shock. My father was fumbling up my thighs. I couldn’t decide what to do. Before I decided, his thick fingers were at the lips of my cunt.. .After her first month she was a hit, all the guys in the office wanted to fuck her so bad, however she remained nice and flirty with all the guys yet never took it to far.. She frustrated many guys with her outfits to work everyday and the fact that she will never sleep with any of them drove them crazy..Joe frustrated by her attitude as she flaunts her beauty in the office, decided that he should do something about it. It was a wednesday a slow day as Joe always hated wednesdays he decided to. "Yes," I smiled. “They’re well worth looking at.” Standing up still with her back to me, she bent to pick up a single stocking and quickly rolled it into a neat little ball over the toe."Now these please." She placed a foot on my lap, giving me a perfect view of her glistening slit. "And stop ogling my pussy." I'm afraid I can't do that." I leered, but I drew my eyes back to the job in hand and smoothed the nylon up over her thighs."Some of the men who work for me would give a month's salary to.