As she turned the corner and out of my life I found that my imagination had gone into over-drive. Who was she and what did she do? She could be a mode... or even a film star but in my imagination she was much too intelligent for either of these vocations. She didn’t look frazzled enough to be a teacher or a lawyer, a doctor was a slight possibility, a 4 to 1 shot at best, a nurse would get better odds, but my imagination dismissed all of these in favour of an Executive Personal Assistant. She had. Whenever females are in shorts, leggins, skin fit jeans, it turns me on. I like beauty in simplicity. Well, she had very good sexy figure, and her skin was so soft tight and beautiful, as she was fan of power yoga, and she used to go for running everyday, and guys you may know what i mean how the power yoga acts on females body, skin and…Well lets continue- then we started talking whenever we could, having coffee together. Long phone talks started, messages, roaming to malls,movies and all. By. It was a tight fit at first and I could actually feel it spreading me open, but I was very wet and it slowly penetrated me. When I had sunk all the way down onto of it I stopped and just sat on his lap and enjoyed the feeling of his cock inside me. I hugged him and put my head on his shoulder. We stayed like that for a long time, but then I could feel urgings inside me and I began rolling my hips around. He whispered to me, "Oh baby doll, you are so damn tight, you're the tightest fuck I've. To make matters worse, I felt a cold liquid on my spincter. "Aw fuck!" I complained as soon as I figured out what was coming. She pushed her finger into my asshole and I screamed like a banshee."Calm down, Mr. Jackson. See? It's not that bad." As soon as I stopped yelling, she plunged her finger in and out with painful force. She then went back to sucking my cock but she wouldn't remove her finger. After several minutes of this she finally stopped, but only to climb on top of me. She.