He slowly moved his head down, licking and kissing every inch of her front and sides, his mouth slowly following his hands as he played her body, fed ...er desire until it raged through her and she began to moan and push against him insistently. His fingers played around but did not touch her clit, moving back and forth between the swollen lips of her fiery hot, dripping wet pussy, and as he made his way down her torso, his hands settled under her ass cheeks to lift her to his eager mouth for his. “I'm getting close!” I gasped breathlessly. She sucked harder determined to finish what she had started. He reached down again this time holding her head in place and started to pump his hips, fucking her hot wet mouth. Patricia simply tightened her hands and lips around the thick girth and took what Peter had to offer her. With only seconds until he exploded in an orgasm he opened his legs allowing his PA direct access to his tight arsehole. She looked up at him, her deep dark eyes. My Ma died when I was 14 years old. She had become suddenly ill with a form of cancer but it was combined with a lack of any will to live. That last part was something my aunt mentioned to me in passing several years later. She believed, whether it was true or not, that one thing or another was going to take my Ma because she just gave up on life as she experienced it in that region and with my Pa. It was a hard life, and perhaps an unnecessarily hard life. According to my aunt, the cancer was. She was weakening from the repeated nights of alcohol, sex, and drugs, and her work performance was going down. Max had been good at covering up all of her mistakes so that no eyebrows would be raised on the higher floors of the building. She was getting desperate, and saw David as a white knight who had come on a divine mission to rescue her life.Quickly she latched onto David, making work-related excuses in order to set up little meetings in the office at first, then in coffee shops outside.