The next day at work was boring, so my mind just slipped into thinking about her, was it all my imagination or was I just wanting her so much, I would...make anything fit. It was late afternoon before I was knocked out of my stuper by my mobile going off. It was her asking if I could look for something in the bottom right hand draw of her desk. Damn even her voice was sexy, went to the draw but it was locked, ' sorry meant the second one down, there should be the name of the restaurant & the head. The two other walls held the bureau on one side and a small sitting area next to a large bay window overlooking the hillside across from that. It was here that Casey sat, her chair spun around from the window to face him, looking as adorable as ever.She had on a short pink jersey cloth skirt, the kind only teenagers can get away with wearing, and even then quite risqu?and a white spaghetti strap tank top, her hair up in a ponytail. She spread her arms out as if to display the room for him. . They have a small hallway so there are two doors, an inner door, and then a main door. Jean closed the first door so not to let the heat out, not completely but just ajar. Greetings between Jean and I are usually a kiss on the lips (just a quick peck), but this time I wanted it to last a bit longer. Jean was not having this, she just pushed me away lightly, saying, “'Bye, Bob.” I said, “Sorry, it must be the drink in me.” Jean replied, “Good night, Bob. I know you’ve had a few drinks.” This. I didn't have to tell him again, he shoved the last of it in, taking pleasure in my facial expressions. I sighed onto his cock when I felt his pubes brush mine. My hand went to my stomach where his cock was trying to burst through. I massaged it through my own flesh moaning."You are wonderful" I moaned out loud. "I see how you got your name." He simply laughed and slowly pulled out to the head and slamming it back in. He moaned as loud as possible finding my breasts with his hands and my nipple.