'Here we go again.' He looked down at his now rock hard dick and said. 'Well, looks like your ready for this shit, huh pal."When Keith came back out ...loria was doing a little dance in front of the box to the soulful beat of a good Bob Segar ballad. He walked over and took her in his arms and whispered in her ear. 'Care to dance, Gloria?" She smiled a big grin as wrapped her arms around the man and melted into him. Keith held her close and they began to sway to the music. Gloria put her. His dark mahogany desk was placed against the wall at a right angle to the couch, and his leather reclining chair was pulled away from the desk and facing the couch. He stood with his back to me, about six feet tall, lean, with blond clean cut hair. He was facing the bay window overlooking Sacramento St, his hand in his pocket, idly flipping what I presumed to be his cell phone. He was wearing charcoal slacks over his slim hips and tight ass, black leather loafers, and a dark green collared. I started confiding in a woman who worked in te office where I worked as a travel consultant. She was married with two kids and lived in a nice large house just outside town. I had often noticed how occasionally she would arrive at work looking a little disheveled but I hadn't thought much of it. Finally, I told her of our situation and I told her how much I admired her lifestyle. She looked like she wanted to tell me something but wasn't sure that she should. Finally she told me to promise. She could feel the wetness on the tip of his cock and she knew it was the pre-cum mixed with urine drops. He was looking at her. He didn't say anything but his look was enough for a command. She moved between his legs and slowly brought her face close to his cock. It had the distinct smell of pee. He pushed her face on his cock and rubbed her nose all over his cock and balls. "Like it?" he asked releasing her. Now she knew why he didn't wash his cock after pissing. She nodded meekly. What else.