Now tell me who got your cookie last Saturday.” Vivie, a brilliant accounting manager with a promising future, was such a skank. She had an undergro...nd reputation amongst colleagues of being an easy get. She would never tell it, but those that got always did. Couldn’t believe I was getting the foul tidbits from the cow’s mouth. “James... His name is James.” “Oh? Where did you two meet?” “We met at a club.” Woo, she is a hoe. “Met him at the club, huh? That was a one-night stand, or are you two. Becca hated it. She did not know what it was about. Steven was rigorous in defending his clients' confidentiality but he assured her that there was no threat of violence. Nevertheless, Becca hated not having him around and insisted on him taking a thermos of soup and two sandwiches with him every day. She put the same effort into that meal as she did into dinner. Steven found each lunchtime an excitement.Becca came home one day to find Mary sitting at the kitchen table with her head in her. It caught me off guard, but I wasn't about to blow this chance by being timid. I met her gaze with my own and put my arms around her waist and raised my fingers up her shirt feeling her soft skin. I leaned in and our lips locked and our tongues started to wrestle. The slow kiss made my cock grow harder. Without thinking, I clenched my hands on her ass and pulled her against my body. Her ass felt amazing beneath my hands as I squeezed her cheeks. Feeling my hard cock against her pelvis, she. The shift of weight permits him to more easily bury his face in my neck. Light stubble first scuffs then scratches my tender flesh, his patchouli and cinnamon scent drifts between us, mixing with faint traces of wine and the distinct overtones of jasmine from my fiery sex. I’m overcome with the raw energy between us. Never been more ready and willing to accept what he has to offer, despite the risqué circumstances. Barely ten minutes earlier we’d been holding hands downstairs, enjoying the.