She often calls me to her home to have a chat, started to wear deep neck maxis and blouses inside home when I was at home. She now sits close to me, e...en touches my thighs, cheeks and all. All this while, I will be suffering to hide my hard on, which has become so often. One day she found me ogling at her cleavage. She stared at me for that, for a while and gave me a naughty smile. I got a green signal from her, but I was very afraid to proceed. So as usual, I went to her home one day and at. Yvonne and I got of Monique's truck and I led the way in.A pretty, young woman, probably in her early twenties, was sitting at the desk of the foyer. She smiled, and though she was pretty, I could tell she wasn't happy. In fact, I could feel it. She had hoped to stay at home today. She wanted to be with her fiancé by a nice cozy fire, but Mr. Johnson had called her in knowing she had a jeep that could make the trip. Her impression of him was that he worked too much but didn't take on enough big. I rest my hand there, feeling the anticipation building inside you and the moisture oozing from within you, while the air slowly fills with the intoxicating, heady scent of your sex and the sound of your shallow, rapid breaths. When I finally lower my hand to cup your throbbing pussy, you let out a soft sigh of pleasure, closing your eyes, no longer pretending to watch the film as your lips part and your tongue slides out to slowly lick them. You embrace the moment, reaffirming my control of. With my hand in yours you lead me toward the men’s room. You push the door open and quickly glance around, the men’s room is empty. Pulling me by the hand into the men’s room you hurriedly head to the wall of stalls. The stalls are walled floor to ceiling but have a door that has an opening at the top and bottom. The stalls are much more private than the typical metal dividers. You hurry me into the last stall, close and lock the door behind us. All at once you’re pulling me to you and.