Her nipples were pink against the darker purple of her areolas. She pulled the bra over her head and tossed it onto her t-shirt. She just stood there ...nd let me look.That did the trick. My cock responded by throbbing and jerking powerfully. In seconds it was sticking straight up out of my pants. Candy watched it intently as it became hard.“Oh my god.” she whispered.“Yeah,” I smiled. “oh my god.” I moved her panties up onto my crotch and d****d them around the base of my erection. Then I grasped. 1. Auf Dienstreise Sandra ist eine Kollegin von mir. Wir sind beide etwa gleich alt (Anfang 50) und kennen uns schon ewig, jedenfalls haben wir beide das 25-jährige Dienstjubiläum längst hinter uns. Wir haben uns an meinem ersten Arbeitstag kennengelernt, sie war da gerade seit zwei Monaten im Unternehmen und frisch außerdem verheiratet.Ich bin wie ihr wisst verheiratet und kinderlos, Sandra ist inzwischen geschieden und hat zwei erwachsene Töchter. Sie wohnen „theoretisch“ noch bei ihr. Weil. I have continously fantasized and dreamed about meeting a 50 or so year old biker with an incredibly sexy mustache and a hugh cock dominate me. Even as writing this I got a hard on thinking about it.The fantasies I've had with the bikers usually start with me teasing him, telling him how I love to give him a good time. I would keep on gyrating my hips and showing him my ass to seduce him and give him a hard on. I then give him a striptease and tell him my ass is his if he wants it. I would then. She knew, but for her own actions, it could have been her in that portrait instead of Karen.She had seen both Karen and me with the look. Betty said she would give anything to be the giver and recipient of the look. She had come to terms with her actions over these five years, but the look and the fulfillment Karen and I represented this day would pain her until the day she died.She said it softly, but Karen and I could hear. "This could have been mine."It was wistful and rueful. It reminded me.