We quickly scrambled to set the stuff on the table, and ran behind it and sat. Kritikaji put her skirt on super fast and got the door. While it was a ...ood plan, we didn’t account for one thing; the smell. The entire air-conditioned board room smelt of pussy! Figuring something was up, the motherfucker walked in, acting all normal and inquiring how come we were working in so late. Sure enough he walked over to the other side of the table and saw both Smriti and I naked from the bottom down, me. As the days went by, I began to feel Closter phobic in my own head. I was going past the brink. It helped when Theron and I began to talk again, but not by much. In little ways, incorporated in our own fantasies that we wrote to each other, I would put in the thoughts that were making me feel so crazy. I never came out and said what was bothering me, all I did was hoped he'd get the hint, and it seemed as though he had. Writing things that catered to what I was thinking. Also during this time. I felt the urge to cum right then and there, I tried to refrain, but her tight pussy was too much. I got as much cum as I could in her before I stopped to rest. I didn't know what to do now. I was done fucking but I was still horny like a motherfucker. I found a flower vase and drank the water in it. I was that thirsty. I felt like Natasha and me were in the midst of sharing something special, so I leaped into the coffin, put her lingerie and dress back on, and cuddled up next to her. I knew. You draw a deep breath and lift your hips to give me better access and I gently massage your hole with my knob. You emit a slight squeal as I enter you. I hold my head there, allowing you time to get used to the pressure, and you sigh, "That's nice, Monique, go slowly now."I increase my prodding, feeling you relax and take me deeper. Your breaths come in long, deep measures as we perform this slow erotic dance. When I am completely inside you, I feel my balls slap gently against your ass. I.