"Are you naked under there?" was his question, so innocent and brave.I smiled, in a devilish way that was playful and revealing on its own. "Maybe."Th... temptation to tear the covers away and expose myself was so powerful, to throw myself on him and pull his pants down to free his penis so I could envelop it with my mouth. But I restrained myself, knowing this would have to be a slow and steady movement towards intimacy that wasn't quite within normal boundaries."I...was just wondering," he. Briefly, Morgan had entertained the notion of approaching Nancy Utemeyer (his paralegal), and perhaps Kitty Lopez (his receptionist) — both were quite young 20 somethings and seemed to be fairly in the know about girl things, or dating things, but in the end, he decided against it. Nancy had a boyfriend and seemed overtly — if not overly — religious, believing in the sanctity of matrimony, and he had no desire to remarry. Kitty was single, overweight, not quite appealing enough and usually. I was spying out the door and saw the cleaning lady. She was in her early forties, bleach blond hair, a couple of extra pounds on her hips. Her hair was in a ponytail, so I could see the nape of her neck, her jawline, and her left ear. I thought she was lovely.I took this as my opportunity. I still planned on indulging in the massage parlour, but with lots of time on my hands, maybe I could have some exhibitionist fun and still cum again later with the masseuse. I figured the best way to. I grabbed a pair of her panties from the line and moved back into the shadows still able to see into the house. Back in the day, the living room was the warmest room as it had an open fire. As it happened Wendy had been in the bath and had come to be close to the fire, how lucky was I!I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my stiff cock wrapping the silky white panties around my cock. Wendy had released the towel and was drying herself in my full view. She had beautiful full tits, around 36C and a.