” “You know what I mean, you get no privacy. My husband would stress about something, and he relieved himself by, you know, giving himself a relea...e.” Patsy chuckled, “He liked to spoon me when I was sleeping and do it then.”I didn’t know what the hell to say, so I just blurted out, “that didn’t bug you or anything?”“Of course not!” She said. “I liked it.” She giggled again. “He liked to squeeze my boobs while he did it. My boobs are pretty big, and they would make him very excited. I miss. This girl knows how to take care of herself, I thought."Great, it is pretty slow", I said with a smile. "Want a slice of pizza? Plenty left..." "I'm famished, woke up late and barely caught the bus to get here", she came over to my desk. Her perfume, her scent was so sweet, I was pretty sure my attraction was felt . We chatted as she sat next to my desk. I couldn't resist staring at her lacy white bra under her blouse. Gosh those must be DD's, I imagined cupping those milky white pillows and. She was fairly conservative at first glance, in a white tee shirt and white shorts. On closer inspection, the shirt and shorts were made of a mesh material thin enough to see through, under which Barb was wearing a black string bikini.Her taut body was visible in all its curvaceous glory, especially her luscious heart-shaped ass. Her tummy was just beginning to swell slightly with her pregnancy, and she had a healthy maternal glow about her that projected vitality, energy, and life itself. Pete. And work hard he did. His eyes kept sneaking upward looks at her to see if she was responding. A long “ohhhh” from Becca and he had achieved the first fake orgasm. He smiled to himself and carried on. She saw him instinctively began to reach for his dick when she climaxed but he stopped himself.Becca did not want him to feel too good about this to keep the humiliation going. “That was maybe a five on a scale to ten. My response was reflexive, not really ecstasy for me. Can’t you do better?” She.