I'm imagining it's you. Your fingers and tongue bringing me closer to the edge. I can barely wait until we're together again and you can kiss and lick...and fuck me for real. One finger's not enough. I dig two in my sodden panties. Then three, cupping the wet heat, rubbing furiously, palm mashing my clit. I've never watched myself come before. There's a sexy concentration etched over my face as I feel the pressure build inside my body. A tingle starts behind my inflamed clit, growing in intensity. He knew he had to have her ass. To bury his bone deep in her bowels. To show her the joys of anal intercourse. He moved a finger to her rose colored anal opening. "Oh, that feels good. " June moaned.The milkman knew by the way she responded that she like his finger on her asshole. He began to probe deeper into her ass. As his finger slid in to the first joint, June raised her ass to give him better access. "She likes this." He thought. "I bet she would like my cock there also." He continued to. As I was starting to shake and convulse, I felt his cock plop out of my pussy and almost immediately I felt the sticky splatter of his load hitting my ass and up my back. I basked in the glow of another Bill induced orgasm, curling up in the rumpled sheets. I knew I had a plane to catch back to San Diego and I needed to shower and pick up my suitcases at my hotel, but I didn’t want this moment to end. Bill also had a flight, back to his home near Chicago so he jumped in the shower first. By the. Tucker's pain a little, you know, make me a little less offensive, less mannish. Well, I WAS a secretary, after all, and the other secretaries didn't include me in their circle because I was male and that made me feel rather like an orphan. Maybe a little less mannish would get me some friends and besides, just look what was happening to my body! What the heck. I didn't know what she meant by a little less mannish exactly, but a LITTLE couldn't hurt I reasoned. Gender is flexible after all.