Since I was the only one in the office, I didn’t bother to do up the top two buttons of my shirt. I grabbed a cup of coffee and came back to my desk... I played some music on my phone and leaned back in the chair. I started thinking about my ex-boyfriend’s cock, and how he always fucked me so hard. I got more horny and wanted to play with my pussy. I put the coffee mug down on my desk and my hands moved to feel my breast. I started squeezing my tits through my shirt. “Hmmm…” I moaned. My hand. Her armpits were shaven clean. Her dress was tight as per the current fashion and it accentuated her curves. I could see the outline of her breasts. They had that slight hang of a firm full breast. Not huge melons but good proportionate size. She had a light perfume and she smelt good. For the first time I felt a twitch in my cock. I looked at her face scrunched in concentration looking at the monitor. “Aha” she exclaimed “I see what you did wrong, you missed a semi-colon there” she said. . And stared. He looked like an angel, his perfect muscular chest, covered with just a thin layer of dark hair was at a peaceful breathing pace. Derrick looked him up and down, over and over again. He had inherited his dads colors, from his hair, to his skin. He wasn't nearly as beautiful though. The movie played on as Derricks eyes met with the bulge that peeked up from under his dad's underwear. The material was thin and limpy enough to show the exact shape of his cock. The size seemed. Her eyes dropped with practiced acumen to his loins and beheld the fist-like bulge.What a magnificent beast! she breathed to herself wishing to humble her mouth at this proud bulging staff. Sometimes it's like I need a man after a night with Prince, Joan thought and wondered at the compulsion.But the man did not seem willing to acknowledge her interest. He was a base beneath a tree of people; he did his job and that was that.Realizing he could not simply stride over and take her to his cave,.