..too many days with my fingers in my wetness...crying out with the heights of passion my fantasies took me to. Now I am here, in the middle of my own...fantasy, the one I created just for myself...you an always willing participant. God I love that...you walk in the door and you are mine. Fuck, that is so hot.I am driving into your ass, skewering you against the mirror, pulling your hips back against me, biting the back of your neck...feeling wild...deliciously wild. Harder, I thrust into. . untoward ... occurring, the wedding had been nothing short of anti-climactic. The kiss was – of course – our greatest concern, but between me thinking of Atkins looking down at us via satellite; Lizzy thinking about the grades on her finals, and Jamie screaming at both of us, we managed to get through it without anything getting out of hand. Our first night together as man and wife wasn't going to be anything special either. Yes, we were spending the night 'together' but except for the. This happened four years back when I joined a new office. My boss cum manager there was Sheethal. She was a 52-year-old lady with a little chubby body and a figure of 38D-38-36. She was a very strict lady and I have often seen her shouting at other colleagues. But she was a little soft in approach towards me. During my initial days at the office, I had only a few interactions with her, but after a couple of months, we started to talk more and she often dropped me at my house. She led a happy. I was visually privy to her humongous knockers and the inflated stretch mark covered thighs. “Come on in boy!!” She half laughed and I was bear hugged as I entered her living room.Everything in the living room was covered in plastic and everything that wasn’t seemed like it was stuck in the early seventies as far as style. Etta was getting ready to go out on the town for a night of “fine wine and dance” as she put it. She told me hat there was more than enough food in the fridge, I could pick.