In my fantasy it must be a Continental name, something French or Italian. As I sat at my desk today, I found my mind wondering to the erotic thoughts ...hat pervaded me last night. Thoughts that my co-workers would have been shocked to hear. My gaze began to roam about the office, and feelings of desire welled up inside me. In that environment, I maintain a conservative air. It would not do to let my true nature become exposed. Today, though, my interest in them was of a more carnal variety. I. If it feels like it's all rubbed in pretty good, just stop," she said. So I just stopped, and made a nominal little upward pull of the beltline of the Bermudas, which Bermudas, regrettably, dutifully rose back up to waist-level again. Then, before Tess could do it for herself, I also, reluctantly, pulled the sweatshirt back down."Thank you," Tess said, raising her body slightly from the couch so as to re-attach the front of her Bermudas."My pleasure," I said. "... And I mean that quite. "Come," she said, taking my hand and leading me up the wide staircase to her large, front room. I do not believe there were any more words between us until I entered her."Hah," she gasped, wiggling her buttocks deeper beneath me and raising her crossed legs higher on my back. When she reached her first climax, she literally screamed, a short burst of sound escaping her previously clamped teeth as her head lolled back and her body tensed and spasmed again and again, clamping and releasing,. The meal was quite simple but then neither of them were great cooks. It was enough for the two of them to put the week’s problems behind them and relax for a while.After dinner, Marilyn produced a second bottle of wine and they moved their conversation to the small living room. They sat on opposite ends of the couch and after they made themselves comfortable, Marilyn poured them each a full glass.“Things any better between you and Harry?” Marilyn asked as she took a sip of wine.“I’d really.