You’d think he’d get enough of seeing her naked. And, being engaged in shaving, he squinted to see her. He could be much more subtle when he was w...aring his glasses. She posed for him, then went back to drying herself.“I’ll never convince you,” he said. “You look sexier doing that than trying to flaunt it. Ever seen Degas’s paintings? Dancers getting dressed?” She wasn’t sure that Degas had intended his paintings to be sexy.He put his glasses on before pulling on his underpants and jeans. He’d. Mr Seymour, sitting half way down on one side of the table, introduced them to the Chairman, "Mr Wilson, these are the couple I told you about, Mr and Mrs Lang. Mr Lang works for me in the accountancy department and came to my attention because of some irregularities, which we have worked out. But in the process of our discussion it came out that they are trying for a baby, and that Mr Lang has low sperm count. Apparently Mrs Lang is desperate to conceive and I suggested the company should help. The orgasm slammed into her and made her quiver. White hot blasts of pleasure rocketed up her nerves, filling her body with bliss as the man’s body shook and his cock jerked inside her. She felt his cum, so much of it, running back out of her as he continued to fuck her in sharp, quick thrusts, pumping his semen into her body. Finally she collapsed, laying flat on the lounger, and the man came with her. He held most of his weight on his arms, but enough of it lay on her that she felt encased by. I walk closer and smile again as I see him, so handsome lying there, he's completely naked, and his cock stands proud at the sight of me. I stand at the side of the bed, my small hands with their long slender fingers on my hips. I cock my head to the side, as I jut my right hip out; my blue eyes with their unnaturally long eyelashes lower slightly, bedroom eyes as they call it, my tongue sweeps across my full red lips as my naturally wicked smile comes back. My voice is low when I begin to.