Daaamnn.. what am I looking?? Is it true.I was peeping into her laptop to watch the same and then she realized that I m watching it, she gave her one ...arphone to me. We were watching it and laughing together. After watching sometime the beast in me woke up and taught of trying something naughty as that’s an open invitation to me that kyathi is horny. I felt the heat and her breath was warm. Now I m pretty sure that she is ready to accept my fingering if I try doing it.**From now the story would. Fully appreciate each touch."I try to settle my hips back onto the bar as he slides his fingers up and down my lips, coating them with my wetness. He finds my asshole again and gently presses his finger inside. "Sweetie!" I gasp."Shhhh. I won't go further, just giving you a taste of something you might want to explore later."He continues his oh-so-gentle probing of my tight little hole. I give in to the intrusion and allow myself to accept and enjoy these new sensations. Another finger grazes. We made eye contact a few times, between that and seeing her rock ever so slightly back and forth on the chair it was over, my blood left my brain and gathered in my cock. Licking my lips, I reached down and rubbed my cock. I remember nothing of the meeting, and know that she knew exactly what she was doing. When the meeting was finally over I managed to hide my hard-on until we got back to our office. "Sextoy" I said casually, she turned and I was standing next to my file cabinet. Before she. The next week was a blur as the couple buried their son. There were funeral announcements to make, a coffin to choose, relatives visiting from out of town. On one level, that time was good for them. It kept them busy, focused and gave them something to do other than let the empty place in their hearts occupy them. But all too soon the visitors were gone, the tasks completed and they were alone once more. After the funeral, the heartbroken parents fell into each other’s arms and cried.