Since she was married to a minister, I never allowed myself to get cute with her, never said or did anything out of line. She began to work late with ...e almost everyday. I usually worked 12 hours days back then. One eve she was struggling with an account and asked me for assistance. I pulled up a chair next to her so she could show me the numbers on the ledger. This was before computers. After a while I found the problem. We were close to each other and I could smell her scent, a very erotic. It made her freckles stand out a little more and gave her an almost schoolgirl like air. I wondered briefly why she didn't agree to go out with any of the guys. I figured I'd try to figure it out in a roundabout way."Please, call me Rick. It's not that I don't understand you denying them the pleasure of getting to know you better. I mean, a smart woman like you deserves better than those assholes. You deserve someone more refined, a man who will appreciate you for who you are, not what you. . Frank, I was a little worried that you might have done something bad to yourself."I smiled at her."Linda, I know how you feel. I'm okay with that. You want a divorce, I'm happy to give you one. Far be it for me to force you to live a life with someone you don't love anymore."I gathered up my pillow and clothes for the next morning and started to make my way to the guest room."Frank?" Linda called out to me tentatively.I stopped, shifted my items into my other hand. "What?"She looked down. She. Suddenly, Mary felt his tongue against her swollen clit and she moaned. His tongue flicked rapidly and Mary felt a building intensity in her core. She cried out loudly as she felt his tongue enter her pussy, and she grabbed his head to try to push his tongue further inside. “Oh, fuck that feels good!” she exclaimed. She felt her body move towards her second orgasm. She cried out in ecstasy, and Brandon could feel her body quivering beneath him. Suddenly, Mary shifted and pushed Brandon down.