She began sucking hard up and down on me keeping me nice and hard. She looked up at me and smiled as she said "Oh that was a nice load of cum, do you ...ave any more to give me? I'll bet you're just dying to stick your cock inside my pussy aren't you."I stepped back helping her to her feet. She unfastened her shorts and pushed them down along with her panties and kicked them aside. I watched as she rubbed her hand between her legs over his her fluffy mound of dark curly hair then with her fingers. We were three stories up, looking down on a busy side street, the buildings opposite looked their age, with little balconies on the second tier, one of which caught my eye, or should I say, I caught his, as he was staring directly at me, but I braved it and stood my ground, letting him take in the view, convincing myself I looked like a boy from that distance, and as suddenly as he looked he averted his gaze in another direction, and I cursed my lack of breasts, desperate to attract men to want. After work the following day we went car shopping. I took her to the expensive sports cars figuring that would be what she wanted. She would sure look sexy in them even though it would make me a bit more insecure. Instead she went to the family type sedans. "I want something more like this," she stated."I figured you would want something a little more sporty?" I replied."They're nice but I want a vehicle with a back seat for the baby." Baby! What baby?" I said rather shocked."The one we are. The spark had gone out, or had it? Why, he was treating her just like Bill!As Wendy stripped her clothing off, she wondered just what it was about Bill Sears that got her pussy so wet. She had known him for almost a year, since he had transferred into the office, but nothing had happened until about a month ago. They had been away, in Chicago, at a conference, when he had invited her to the hotel bar for a few drinks. She had downed more than she should have and had then agreed to go back to.