“Yep, but you can drive,” I replied, and she giggled.She strutted around the car, her tits bouncing inside the shear material of the blouse. She s...id in the drivers seat and adjusted it for her, then turned the key and started the car.“Go to the drive-up window of the steak house restaurant,” I directed her, she looked at me , smiled and laughed a bit.“You really want to show your lil’ cum whore off don’t you, you dirty old man,” she replied as she pulled her skirt to the tops of her cum. I picked her up and hugged her in a returning embrace and spun her through her office."What Are you doing here?!" She asked with a knowing smile."What do you mean? I am here to take you to lunch silly!" I battled back."Were you expecting someone else?" I asked in mock defensive tone.She swatted me playfully squealing a "no way bucko!" and hurried around her desk and grabbed for her purse. I lead her out to the car and off to lunch we went.Settling into our seats at a local restaurant. The weather and her own memories had teamed up to batter her darkened silky hair with its humidity augmented perfume and pheromones releasing skin. If she was running away from her own thoughts, her body on the other hand yearned to be chased and it was saying so loudly, like the echoes generated by loud shrieks sent in the middle of a valley of curves, perfected by eons of female evolution and ripped by a lifetime of deistic sculpting. Bonnie could remember a time when her life was mostly. “I want to nail you against that wall baby. I need something stronger than this table for how hard I’m going to fuck that sweet little pussy of yours.” The seductive smile and eyes instantly came back, perhaps even more intense than they were a moment ago. She bit her lower lip, apparently very much in favor of the idea of getting fucked hard. As I climbed back off her and pulled her to her feet, I once again pushed her back into the wall. She gently fell into the wall, lightly crashing into.