When you were working, while you were completely appropriate for an accounting firm, you still were stunning. I remember a time when you came to visit...me at my office, straight from yours, and my horndog bureaucratic rival saw you. In a lust-filled voice, he asked, “who is that?” Another colleague said, “Leonardo’s wife”. He blurted, “That’s Leonardo’s wife?” as if she was so far beyond me.“Yet when you would get home, most of the time, you would rush to get out of your suit, hose, and heels,. With the right magazine, Sophia could make herself cum within a few minutes, on a good day. Other days would take longer. Some days, she would draw it out as long as she could, relishing in the details of every touch before cumming. But that was only in her room where she knew her locked door could protect her secret. Once, when her father had left early, she brought one of his magazine up to her room. She had planned this from the moment she knew he'd be leaving for the afternoon. She writhed. It was a spot we loved, and tried to return to at least once every summer. We could only stay one night, without risking damage to the foliage. There wasn't a lot of firewood, either. We packed ours up from lower elevations.But the beauty of the place made it worth the effort. And it turned Audry on, which made it worth the effort... Even the horses seemed exhilarated by the trip. They were eager to go as soon as we threw the western saddles on them, instead of the English rigs they normally. Her throat hurt. Her head hurt. Her whole body ached. David brushed more hairs away from her face and she smiled at him. Or tried to. "Do you want me to stay? I could sleep on the couch and make you breakfast. Or hold your hair back if you have to throw up. Although, I charge extra for the clean-up afterwards." He chuckled lightly, tracing his finger along the side of her face. She rubbed back against him again. Yes, she thought, please stay. "No. I'll be fine. Just. Just need rest." Her.