Plus, it made me miss her more for when she got home.This Tuesday was no different. It was currently 10am and I was in my office deep into solving som... technical issue so I never heard my step-daughter, Hannah, come downstairs. She usually didn’t even get out of bed before noon while school was out so I wasn’t expecting to see anyone at this time anyway.She went into the kitchen and grabbed a bowl of cereal and then plopped down in the office chair at the other desk. She sat there watching me. When I stood up again and shefastened them to the six suspenders that dangled down from the basque Ialmost swooned from the sensations. Mother then brought me a pair ofstiletto court shoes with a medium heel. I had worn hers before, but theyhad been slightly too large for my feet. These were perfect and I found Icould walk much better in them. Mother left me alone for a few minutesand I walked about the boudoir swaying sexily as I walked, enjoying thefeel of sensual fabric of the corselet on my. “Oh, Logan…” she whispered as his hands explored her body, his fingers caressing along her ribs and up between her breasts to her neck, where he kissed her again. His teeth grazed her collar bones, sending a shiver down her spine. Andrea brought her knee up to rest against his side, urging him to continue. “Who’s Logan?” he said between kisses along her clavicle. This should have startled Andrea, but instead the question intrigued her. Leaning her head back slightly, she could hardly see the. She just smiled at me and worked on the head of my cock, the tip of her tongue tracing the grooves of the head of my penis, her other hand caressing my balls gently.A flicker of common sense suddenly went through my mind, and I tried to control myself. “Sowmiya, ahhh, you can’t…It’s…Oohhh…The staffroom….Shit, what if…What if someone walks in?” I barely choked the words out as she took me further into her mouth. “Oh, fuck…”, I hissed, then laid back down on the chair, stroking her hair. Her head.