" Yes, it's me" It's Amy, where's your office?" Oh hi Amy, sorry I didn't recognise your voice. I'm in room 57, second floor in the technology buildin..., the opposite end of the corridor from the Comms room" Thanks, don't go anywhere I'll be 5 minutes."I put the phone down, pondering what I could have done wrong on the sheet that she'd need to come round to see me.Five minutes later there was a knock at my door, followed by Amy's head popping round the door. "You on your own?" Yes, everyone else. Honest! But she was a honey. I glanced as she smoothed what there was of her skirt over her tightly clamped thighs, and glanced again as she raised her shades and rested them up in her hair. I tried to read my book, aimlessly staring at the page, then peeping over the top at her. She caught me and grinned as she looked out of the train window and brushed back her shining hair. Ohhh God! My cock was hard now. I was sure she would see how it was jutting up, tenting the front of my suit. K was way out of my league and couldn’t possibly care about someone twenty years younger than she was. She was so voluptuous and always wore clothes that left nothing to my teenage imagination, and she was in my imagination a lot.Now, all these years later, I realized that my new neighbor, Carolyn, was about the same age, and had the same hot body, as that sexy as hell (but unobtainable) woman next door from long ago. I stayed in bed and enjoyed my fantasies for a while as my memories of Mrs. K. My wife's tart musk filled my mouth. I flicked my tongue out, licking and lapping through her folds.She gasped in utter delight. She squirmed on me. She ground her cunt on my hungry mouth. My tongue flicked out through her folds, feasting on this wonderful pussy. My dick throbbed as she rubbed her twat from side to side on my mouth, coating me in her pussy cream.I drank those juices.“Daddy!” she squealed as I thrust my tongue into her cunt. “Oh, Daddy! Daddy! What are you doing to my.