LIke now, I want you. I want your intensity, your passion. Your rough, bad ass nature. I want to forget this world everything but you. More and more. ... get so wet thinking about you, your smell, your body, the way you handle me, the way you touch me. I can picture you standing before me and for a small moment you smile. I step up to you, breathing you in and feeling the warmth of your skin. You kiss my neck, drawing my soul in and igniting the fire. Clothes fall off in a frenzy. Skin touching. He began to get serious, pounding into her and ramming her with an almost cruel in and out stroke. Her eyes became glazed over and she arched up to ram back at him. They stiffened simultaneously. She squirted as he painted her insides with his cum.They collapsed together him on top of her. She made a strenuous effort to push him off of her. “I have to breathe,” she said. He rolled off and to the right of her trying to catch his breath. They lay inert next to each other, each in their own world. Thursday was a really slow day for me. I had to attend some bullshit internal admin training that did little to distract me through the day. It was just a day of feigning interest and pretending to look at slides and listen.I had nothing mentally substantial to keep my brain active and distracted. So all I could think about was Jill and Chris on their five-hour drive from Illinois to Wisconsin. My overactive imagination conjuring all sorts of pictures up of what my wife and her handsome boss. There was alot of cheering from the excited crowd. Each man was playing to the group and getting the girls to take of their clothes with each discarded garment being cheered loudly. With their clothes removed and just their small stripper thong left each man chose a woman from the group to remove it with their teeth. There was some play on both sides with the men judging the audience well. There was soe gritted teeth on fabric as they tried to pull off the thongs. The guy in Lindas group moved.