I rummaged through her purse until I found her cellphone, then opened it and brought up the camera function. I looked at Nadine on the screen, but th... pose wasn’t quite right. I got up and went behind her desk again. On the wall behind where she normally sat were several shelves of books, most having to do with real-estate law. I took down two of the very largest and thickest and stacked them on the desk next to Nadine. Then I wormed my hand and arm beneath her stomach and lifted her up. She is curvy, taller than me, wider hips, small waist, amazing big round ass and huge tits. I'm a D but she is an E, almost F. She turns me on a lot, I know it's wrong but I get horny thinking of her naked.We both love our swimming. Even though this is an awkward sport for me as I am tiny and it is hard for me to hide a big 8 inch cock. I usually tuck it between my legs pushing up against my ass, on top I will always wear drag shorts. (Fellow swimmers will know what drag shorts are, google if. MY….. GOD!" Heather screamed as Steve buried himself completely into her. Immediately, her entire body began to shake and a stream of unintelligible noises came from her. Her back arched and her legs wrapped reflexively around Steve's waist. He stopped his thrusting, gently laying on my wife and waiting for her to open her eyes. Heather's eyes fluttered open, a small full body shake overtook her as the density of the organ inside her was still affecting her. Steve smiled at her, their faces. As I move past the hole in the wall, for some stupid reason, my fingers run over the mirror surface. I try to stop, but my fingers keep going. Heading towards the three inch circle and the black bulge. My fingers arrive. Hesitate. Technically, the bulge is in my space, my room. I can do anything I want to it. Smash it, slice it, or kick it. Ignore it. Instead, I press my fingers against the bulge. A chill thrill runs though me. The material covering the bulge isnt jeans, or cords. It is.