“Baby, I could not be mad at you right now if you told me you killed someone.” “Yeah, okay well, remember that. So, Carmen and I know each other...better than you think.” I was now naked, with Carmen sliding her fingers inside me. “I met her online a couple of weeks ago and set up this meeting. It took some planning because Carmen is not just any beautfiful woman and I wanted to ensure you had the chance to experience her.” I slowly pulled down her dress off her tits revealing perfect, enhanced. I'm sure you'll blame me, but I need moretime than this to figure all this out!"I had seen some cheer wear inAmber's closet -- clearly a big part of her life -- but I couldn't fakeit after 36 hours. Were these people crazy?James looked at Helen. "She does have a point, you know. We can teach herthe cheers themselves...but the moves are something else.She won't be able to do them and what if she freaks out and tries to getus arrested? You can't shock her with so many people present, you wouldbe. Surprisingly he was more reluctant to actually meet. In the throes of our masturbatory chat I would talk about meeting up. I made it clear I really meant it. He would never make those final arrangements. Then one day he said he was going to be visiting some friends near to where I lived. He asked if I wanted to meet him in a car park, just to say hello. Despite this being what I wanted the thought of meeting did fill me with dread. Here I was, a married man in my late thirties who had only ever. I laugh as I see her scramble to put on her shirt. A few hours later, I see her walk by my office and call out for her to stop by. She comes in my office and I ask her to please shut the door. She does. ‘Damn, you look incredible,’ I tell her. ‘I could really use a nice blow job right now, if you don’t mind.’ ‘What, where?’ she asks. ‘Get on your knees and get under my desk,’ I tell her. This has been a dream of mine for years. ‘This endstoday, right?’ she asks and I respond yes. She slowly.