When she returned to the den she found Simon sitting in front of the TVwith his legs crossed in the most feminine pose he could muster. Hislong night...own and peignoir were seductively flared to allow his maraboutrimmed mules to peek out from under the hem. Melissa poured herself acup of coffee and stood next to Simon. In her everyday six-inch pumps,she towered over him. She knew if she permitted it, Simon would becontent to spend the entire day lounging in his new sleepwear. But therewas. I fucked another stroke, landing with a bump, then another, pressing quite hard now, and another. Her face was young and excited and gorgeous.I began a steady fuck, and in a couple of minutes her face was tensing up, her pulsating pussy was tightening up and her potent pelvis was surging up at me. I leaned on her to stop it rotating my cock right out and she was there, cumming hard, while I fucked up and down determined not to cum myself. I concentrated on what the next fuck was going to feel. " We should probably put our clothes back on then, sweetheart." Okay, could we kiss each other one more time before we go back?"She just immediately leaned to me and pressed her lips to mine. We made out again, but as lovers of course for a few minutes as our boobs became clutched together and our relationship probably got into a slightly more complicated place.After a five minutes make out session, her lips came off mine quickly. "Tonight when we're sleeping together naked, we're back to being. I saw you now bent in front of my desk, your eyes transfixed between my legs and I almost stopped myself… but I didn’t. I kept going. And then eventually you stood, and I could see you were turned on, and with the smallest glance and grin at me, you walked away… So tell me… did you drop your pen on purpose? After my unexpected show, I didn’t see you again for a few days. I was gutted because seeing you in the mornings was the highlight of my work day, much better than any morning coffee. Then,.