He wanted everyone to know it was happening, see each other as they shared in the rewards as they shared in the effort to succeed. I shivered.* * *... * *The rest of the day couldn’t have gone any slower. I went about my work squirming in my chair with wet panties plastered to my pussy. Several times I went to the ladies’ room to pull my panties from between my lips. I used paper towels and tissues in vain attempts to dry myself.I was busy sorting through a file when I heard an increasing. Mrs. Hinneman was a bit of a recluse. She stayed pretty much in her apartment except for visits to the Doctor or to church on Sunday. Sal's sister Francine usually did all her shopping and laundry for her at the shops at the bottom of the hill. Ever since her accident with the bus, Mrs. Hinneman stayed away from the city streets. Sal didn't even know her first name and was surprised when Francine told him it was Connie just like their mother. He knew she wore a brace on one leg that had gotten. I stammered an answer about getting a little chill or something and she got her plate and sat down. As we sat there I kept thinking about seeing her sprawled out on the bed and wishing that I had been the one fucking her instead of the rubber cock she had. After dinner we did the dishes and I got a little brave and brushed the front of my shorts across her ass as she stood at the sink. She gasped when I did it. My cock was pushing the cloth of my shorts out and I know she felt my cock. As I. "We could be talking about anything and there you are with such a one-track mind," I respond playfully."As if!" you giggle. "And where was your mind in the shower this morning?" you tease, a coy smile across your gloss lips, as we both instantly enjoy those naughty shared memories. I smile that bit more as my eyes drown in you. You bring your mouth close to my ear and slip your hand around my waist."I can only imagine how torturous it's going to be for you, knowing I've packed something.