Before I could soap myself up, Ryan took the soap."I'll get it," he said, and grabbed my now soft meat. He used one hand to lift my limp boyhood, and ...he other to rub the soap all over. Up and down my cock, under my hairless sac and back up my thickening shaft. He did this for almost a full minute, up and down. My eyes were closed, just taking in the feeling. He finally stopped and guided me back to the flowing water, rinsing me, rubbing all the suds off of me. My eyes were still closed when I. “Looks like this is a first for you, I guess. Everything all right?”“Something the matter?” Carla, one of the middle-aged busybodies among the staff, chimed in, leaning over the office counter. “Trish said there was an emergency. Is your grandpa alright, Rebecca?”“I don’t know,” Rebecca replied in her sleepy, subdued voice with a helpless shrug. “I only heard that someone called—and that there was an emergency.”“Hold on,” Glenda sighed. “Let me see the schedule.”“Rebecca spends all day here. She smiled and said, “don’t worry Mark, it does not bother me at all, does it bother you?” I slowly shook my head and she laughed out loud. “I didn’t think so, the bulge in your pants gives away your feelings for me. Don’t worry, no one will find out about us. Lets just have some fun, Ok?” She started stroking my cock through my 501 Levis, I really like button fly jeans, and she made me remember why. The firmer my cock gets the easier it is to unbutton my pants. I struggled to crawl out. My wife would make efforts to tease me over Maria though, trying to at least let me know she was okay with my growing lust for her. She would even encourage me to stroke my cock while I was on the phone with her, telling her what thoughts I was having at that moment concerning the sweet mocha honey she had provided for her husband. To push the envelope even further, my loving wife convinced me to sit behind my desk one day completely exposed from the waist down, but hidden to Maria’s view,.