We talked business and as always I watched his eyes stare at my breasts which made my nipples very hard and he could see them through my dress, I made...a point I'm going to the file cabinet and grabbing a document he needed to sign and bending over to show him where to sign so he could get a clear look down my dress which he did.I was ready to take him out to the shop to show him his equipment, as we walked around it I placed my folder down on its tabletop and I showed him some of these changes. The cry was not repeated, although he could hear murmurings from down the hall. Jack slipped out of his bed, his feet hitting the carpet without a sound. His head seemed to be pounding to a beat that had started in his groin. He could not understand what was happening. He felt weak in the knees yet somehow supernaturally aggressive at the same time. He had to see what was going on in the house. Was someone in trouble?Jack slipped out of his open bedroom door and crept silently down the hall.. After she went to bed that night and for the next few nights, she became a little bundle of pent-up passion. She would remember his hot hand on her breast and the thrills that went through her body. She recalled that she actually kissed him, grown-up style, even if it was for only a few seconds. She would think of his eyes, looking so desperate at her chest, her butt and her crotch ... especially her crotch, she thought.During these nights, her little hands would move to her sensitive pussy and. Its her best friend. He kisses her, shakes my hand and says hi.She is looking at me like I am crazy but happy to see him. He is staying for a night. He is the one guy she could not say no to. She said oh, ok. I fixed him a drink and went on the patio to smoke weed. We all drank. My wife pulled me to the side and said we smell like sex. Where is he staying? The couch. Go shower. She does. We talk. I tell him me front, him back and forth. He is nervous. I said you always wanted to fuck her ?.