Krisha,” she replied, “and if there isn’t anything else, i have those letters from last evening to get out, so if you’ll excuse me!!!” cord ...atched as the cute little ass of his secretary disappeared behind the closing door while he picked up his paper and started to read!!! While maybe there hadn’t been anything special going on that day, there was still a lot to do and not enough hours in the day to get it all finished! Buy four o’clock krisha was just plain beat from the hours he spent on. The thin fabric was slightly darkened my a little pre come. "What do you think it is?" I asked her, smiling down at her. "Does this happen every morning?" "Not every morning," I lied. I was just glad that I did not have a wet dream involving some girl from school. The frequent dream girl was my English teacher Miss Booth who had long honey blond hair that fell down over her ass. "Does it hurt?" "Sometimes it does," I told her. Natalie turned a dangerous gave up at me and a smile on her. Must be why I spend so much time reading erotic stories on the Web - to live vicariously through all the people who seem to do stuff that exists, in my life, only in the realm of imagination.One Friday night after the kids went to bed I grabbed my bathing suit and jumped into the tub. I turned the jets all the way up and let them do their thing to my back. The kids had left the lights on downstairs, and I hadn't bothered to turn them off since the neighbour's lights were all on too -- there. “On your knees in front of me,” she demanded.I knelt down and waited.She then started to pee, right there in front of me, the hiss of piss passing her labia and the tinkle as it hit the water and the pungent aroma was a new sensation for me.“Like that, do you, watching old ladies pee?”I licked my lips and nodded.“Want some?”You bet I did.“Yes.”“Yes what?”“Yes please, Joan.”“Lay down,” she demanded.I did so with my head nearest the toilet. She shifted forward and was now squatting over my face,.