With a forlorn glance at the picture, Langdon decided she didn’t want to sit still. She wasn’t going to be able to sit at home all day for much lo...ger. Dismissing the idea of a movie, Langdon turned to the last refuge she could find – the kitchen. When they had just been friends, she’d been pleasantly surprised at Connor’s skill in the kitchen. She loved the fact that Connor could cook, and she enjoyed puttering in the kitchen as much as he did. They tended to compromise on the odd evening they. My cock pushed harder at the terry cloth confining it. I wished that the sweater had a living woman wearing it. I loved sweaters, but sometimes it was just a bit lonely with only a piece of fuzzy cloth for company. I sighed again as I felt two soft hands caress my cheeks and lips touched my brow as fleeting as a butterfly's touch.My eyes flew open. I found myself looking into two pools of inky darkness surrounded by long thick dark grey lashes. The dark pools grew smaller and I gazed on a. The secretaries roaming the halls aren't the one the salesman changed. Dressed up in knee length skirts, blouses and vests, they all have their hair done up in neat buns. They wander about in a professional manner. The salesman would have never left them so functioning, or so plain.Lucky's roaming the halls as we pass through. He doesn't recognize me. He has the content aura that only someone married to Angel could have. Lucky bastard. I don't say anything to him.We burst into the boss's. “Let’s fuck,” I said. We went to bed and slow-fucked a very long time. It was good for us. Adults fuck on purpose. I told you that. That’s what we did that night and several other nights while we waited for the ball.We didn’t talk about it again. It was there…but we didn’t talk about it. She had me along when she picked out her dress. I was okay with that. She chose red. The color of sin. It fit. And we didn’t talk about that either.We had Willis over twice before the ball. Once with friends.