She lifts her hips and our genitals make contact. While holding her breath, she eases onto me. When we’re merged, she lifts her body up and says, �...just lie there, let me do this.” With her hands on my chest, her hips start to make a circle motion. This erotic dance is amazing to see and feel. My dick is being swirled around inside her while her clit is grinding over my pubic bone. She then puts her hands forward and places them on the wall behind me. This gives me excellent access to her. She held my eyes then looked down. I watched them until they were seated. They were obviously married because he was not paying much attention to her. She was very attractive, not in the movie starlet beauty kind of way. But, she was sexy, perhaps the sexiest woman I think I have ever seen. I loved the way she looked. I loved the way she walked. I made a further assessment. They looked to be late 30’s. She had black hair, cut close to her head. She had beautiful eyes and large breasts. She. . well . . . it’s more like going to heaven. My God, that girl loves to munch the rug.’ ‘Munch the rug?’ ‘Yeah, you know—beaver dinner, box lunch at the Y, tuna taco, bearded clam—’ ‘Okay, okay, I get it. Next time let me watch. That’s an order.’ ‘Only if you promise not to jerk off like you did that other time you watched. That’s so rude.’ ‘Rude?’ ‘To waste that nutritional stuff. I would have taken care of your deposit. I mean, you are Captain America. Anyway, Lillian had her tongue between. “Get out of my face.”It was one of the supervisors, Paul; another one of those that needed too much hand-holding. I really wasn’t in the mood to answer some question that I’d probably answered a hundred times before.“It’s important,” he said, his voice so small that I almost felt a little bad for him. Almost.I looked up, knowing that I was probably glaring. I didn’t bother composing myself. These numbers were the supervisors’ responsibility to maintain. What the fuck were those team meetings.