.. Or, really, that I think you’ll see it.”“Andy, you’re weird.” She could explain that she wasn’t all that particular, that you don’t h...ve to make a bed three times a day. Then she decided that this meant explaining too much. Let him learn the rules. Save the exceptions for later.“Maybe. But the point is that what I want of a house is that it pleases you. I don’t dream of a white picket fence, or of green shutters. I dream of you sharing my home and happy to share my home. If that means a. .. on his other boot. She pulled, and wagged her butt, and pulled, until he brought one slippery finger back and suddenly inserted it in her rectum.Her jerk caused the boot to pop off and she fell backwards, to land on his lap. His hands went around her and cupped her breasts.“That was nasty,” she complained.“You were playing,” he responded. “Get up. Now you can do my pants.”She stood, still feeling the peculiar tingle in her rectum, where his finger had entered her briefly. She was astonished. The balcony at the office has the best view over the office park. I take a seat and smell the Arabica beans slowly drifting up and I smile to myself and take a sip. I sit back and just watch the world go by and just let my thoughts flow and do whatever they want. The music somehow has taken on a party like beat in my ear and I give way to the beat and tunes the surely escaped from the 80’s. As I calm and the storm of the day settles slowly in my thoughts I am reminded of secret friends. All of. I agreed to let her warm herself. She was about 30, short and had a slightly plump body.She asked if it would bother me if she undressed and bathed her body in the heat of the fire. She slid off her shirt to reveal her large breasts. Her nipples were a dark pink and getting erect from the chilly night air. I tried not to look as she slid off her shorts.She wasn't wearing any panties. Her pubic hair was brown and softly illuminated by the glow of the firelight. She was shaking as she stood in.