With her eyes closed and her breathing becoming more ragged, she smells him before she sees him, his scent pushing her to the point of another small o...gasm. She opens her eyes and smiles. There he stands, leaning against the doorway, that same heart-melting smile and those eyes that sparkle just for her. He begins to remove his shirt as he glides towards the bed. Reaching down, his hand gently caresses her cheek as he leans down to plant a kiss on her forehead.Sitting up, she begins to unbutton. "I won't be in this morning. Maybe not at all today. Megan is ill." Oh, poor Megan," Sally said. "Nothing serious, I hope." No, I'm sure she'll be better tomorrow. In case anyone needs me, they can call my cell or send me an email." After the usual pleasantries, Greg hung up and dialed Megan's office. He left a message on the voice mail, identifying himself and saying that Megan wouldn't be at work today. Then he turned his attention to the pile of scripts in front of him.Greg got through five. As I cum I can feel my juices running out, and you licking them all up. Your just as amazing as I imagined so many times, laying lonely on my bed wishing my fingers were your fingers. You work your way back up kissing my stomach and breasts on the way. I push you over so your laying flat on the bed and I sit on you so my pussy is on your face and we are in the 69 position. I take your hard cock in my hand and put my hot mouth over it. I start to suck and lick your swollen member. I love your. Six hours, Certainly not! Now if she said six minutes, that sounds more appropriate.’ ‘Charles, nothing from your potty mouth sounds appropriate!’ ‘Oi, Emma, c’mon, we have adults here! They can handle bombs!’ ‘Not the bombs you had for me last night!’ Emma opened the door and looked at us. She brightened her face and smiled. ‘Kendra! It’s nice to see you again! I see you met my husband, Charles. Now, don’t mind him with his colorful language.’ ‘We…we heard worse.’ That was partially true..