She squeezed her breasts harder and dipped one finger into her silky pussy. A long soft moan escaped her lips. She began thrusting inside herself, lik... Scott had done. Her other hand traced down her body, then crept up her nighty to gently circle her clit. Her entire body began to shiver. “Nooo!” Thought Claire, “I’m not coming like this again…” She stopped what she was doing and began searching around her room for something more fulfilling. She studied the various items she could find. A pen?. I kept her in the corner of my eye as I continued to hand out champagne. She whispered into the secretary's ear, pointing my way with her eyes. This arrangement was clearly quite open. I could feel my dick getting hard, I sure was grateful the uniform came with an apron, because if not, these slacks did almost nothing to conceal the bulge stretching down the side of my thigh. Her husband returned to her and his secretary carrying three drinks. The three spoke, glancing my way here and there,. ”At that point, instinct took over as I pulled back a few inches and slid forward again. And again … and again. I was fucking Brenda’s pussy! I pulled back and slid back in again until I began developing a rhythm and started thrusting in and out, in and out; faster and faster, harder and harder. A minute ago I didn’t even know how to fuck and there I was ramming my cock into Brenda’s pussy as hard and fast as I could purely on instinct. I remember being overcome with the thought that I was. I then had a perfect, close-up view of the pussy I had been admiring for so long, and her thick labia lips were plainly visible amidst the thick growth of hair.The aroma was almost overpowering, but in a good way, and as my mouth covered her vulva for the first time, I tasted her natural juices, as well as the remnants of her piss and the sweat from all afternoon in the heat. I dove into that gamey pussy like I hadn’t eaten for a week, and then lifted Betsy’s thick thighs over my shoulders so I.