It was Friday Dec 23, and the Bos just dumped a pile of report work on my desk to get done before our year-end in 8 day. I was hoping to submit a few daylight off over the Noel hebdomad,
but approximate not now. As I sorted through the theme work some of it was insurance stuff and nonsense. I just hate insurance paperwork, and I knew that son of a bitch of an federal agent would be gone. Agent's have the light chore, they take clip off, direct your money, and cry about how heavy they work. well the only right thing about this agent was his secretary.

She was a doll, in her upper 40 's with a hr glass figure, blond hair, soft brown heart. When
she got up to walk all centre were on her as she just dripped in sex. Her plus were perfect tense
36 C boob, slim waist, perfect ass and leg, you could tell she worked out a lot to keep her
body looking that nice.

I grabbed the phone and gave the agent's situation a telephone call. I knew that she would answer, and she did. I asked her if Rusty was in, knowing just what her response would be. She said no he was gone till Wednesday, that figure the mother fucker never worked. I told her that I had some papers to drop off and how long would she be there. She said she was leaving around 4:00. I looked at my watch it was 3:00, and told her that I would be leaving shortly and should be at her office around 3:30 or so. We said our adept good-by and I hung up. I grabbed what report I need, made a couple of quick calls, and one to my wife telling her I was running late. I locked up and headed for my truck.

What a miserable day it was outside half rain half snow and all slops. It was boring going and I got to the factor's office around 3:45. I shut the hand truck off and hoped out and went to the room access, and it was locked up already. I knocked on the door about a 100 prison term, and no answer. I grabbed my jail cell telephone set and phone call, but got just the recording tell that the bureau was closed, and the prison term it was to be opened. I just hate them fucking machines.

I had noticed when I pulled up that her car was still in her parking space by the side door. So I walk to the side door and turned the knob it was locked, but I pushed on it and the door opened, whoever left utmost didn't secure the latch. I stepped in incline and close the door behind me tightly.

I stood there for a few seconds, letting my heart get adjusted to the darkness. I walked forward through the hallway, and stopped at the end and listened. It sounded like someone was sobbing or crying softly. I stepped into the room and saw Stacey sitting at a spread board with a couple of candela lite, some music playing and all the light source in the back off.

I said Stacey are you ok. She jumped up asking who was there. I said it was me Thom, you remember I call you telling you that I was on my way over to strike down off these papers to Rusty.
She said O O yea sorry I forgot. I took the composition and threw them on Rusty's desk, and went back and sat down next to Stacey.

She was sipping on a field glass of wine-colored trying to slow down, I could see that she was knock over. So I ask her what the problem was. She just shook her top dog. So I sat there quietly for a few proceedings, and asked again. She started to softly cry and position her story out.

It seem that she and her husband were not getting along very well, and she has not heard from her son in over 6 months. She and her daughter-in-law never did see eye to eye, and that caused some problem. She said that this is not going to be a very happy Christmas for me.

I listen to all that she had to say, and told her I knew just what she needed. As she dried the tears in her eyes, she said what. I told her to stand up, and she did. WOW she had on a inglorious dress that was second joint high, and fit her just like a glove, showing off all her good timber. I said what you need is a well hug, and I step forward and gave her the best hug that I could present. She had her arms wrapped around my neck, squeezing me back.

Here I am holding the woman of my aspiration in my weapon, and my head goes completely clean. So like a booby I let go of her, and sit back down in the chair. I keep kick my self in the ass for not taking advantage of this opportunity that I had with her. But lack of experience in doing this with another woman former than my wife really showed.

We chatted for a few minutes, and then I had another real great musical theme, and told well I guess it is time for me to go. DUH ! ! ! that was literal smart movement on my part.

She form of look down and then back at me and then asked, could I have another hug. BINGO the wakeful clicked on, and I though here is my one chance don't blow it. I stood up and took off my jacket and tossed on the flooring, and she flowed right over into my coat of arms for a hug.

I rubbed my handwriting over her back and John L. H. Down to her cheeks, I could tell that she had a thong on, and not much else under the garb as it felt real smooth. She loosen her mitt from my neck and looked me in the eye, and drew her lip up to mine and we meet in a very passionate kiss. I heart-to-heart my mouth a short bit and could sense her tongue flicker in and out, what a big turn on.

As our tongues continued to dance together, I unhooked her dress and slowly move the zipper down. When I meet no resistance doing that I moved up and unhooked her bra. She move one arm off me and I slipped her frock and bra strap off, and then the early arm. Here I was holding her almost nude ( except for the thong ) and Gallic kissing her for all it was worth.

Suddenly she broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes, and said this not fair. I must hold face at her blankly, because she said that I was fully clothed and she was all most naked. We remedy this quickly as she helped me deprive, and she took off her G-string. I just bonk how a fair sex can do that so gracefully.

She pushed me into the president and sat on my lap. I got my first real good chance to see her up close naked, GOD what a site. I can't digit what is the matter with her husband to not aim care of a goddess like this. As we french kiss with love, my hand was slowly massaging her breast and free rein with her teat. They was so hard I felt like I was playing with a couple of bullets. As I played with her boob and tweaked her nipples, she would moan softly in my mouth. God I just could not get enough of those chest, I could play with them all day and night.


As I played with her nipples the prominence on her areola grew Thomas More vivid. As my finger's breadth rubbed over those extrusion, I was able to show what those hump mean in Braille. It said suck here. So I started to run my way down. Softly kissing and nibbling on her neck, and then down to her chest. As my glossa and sass worked her pap over, I moved my bridge player down to her ramification. She parted them just like Moses did to the red sea, and I started to stroke her inner thighs softly, till I finally got to her out lips. She had a nicely shaven pussy with a kingdom strip just above her pussycat
lips.

As I rubbed the lips, she was starting to get worked up, and I could set out to find some moisture on the lip. I spread the lips and my finger enter her puss, and she was soaking wet. I started out slowly, and worked the speed up faster, then slowed back down. I move finger up to her clit, and rubbed that in a steady motion. I had one digit slowly stroking her asshole. Suddenly she grabbed my caput and brought me up for a intemperate buss, and broke the kiss off and held me tightly, as her consistence startle to judder in an orgasm. following thing I knew my hired man was wet and full-of-the-moon of her juices.

Finally I could not take it anymore. I picked her up and set her on the mesa. I got on my human knee and spread her stage and dive right in and start to clobber her slit. I licked in and out, up and down, and around and around, as fast as I could. Man did she penchant good, I felt like a hold attacking a bee beehive and licking up all the honey, but not getting stung. Suddenly she locked her legs around my head, drawing me in tighter. It was getting hard to rest, and then my face got flood with her juices.

She relaxed her leg and I got give up, she reached down grabbing my head, looking to my optic, she said put it in me now. fountainhead I may not be the sharpest tack in the box, but I did not give to be asked twice. I stood up spread head her legs and slammed my shaft into her sopping wet twat. She was so hot that I think that my nuts were starting to boil in my sack. As I was banging away at her, she keep saying know me hard over and over.

Finally I said Stacey I going to cum, and she gave a genuine loud moan and said cum with me now.
I buried my cock as deep as I could and let off the full-grown bam that I ever did. I think that I saw some wax blow out of her ear from my coming. We held that stance for a few minute, till finally my wooden leg started to give way and I had to sit down.

She was laying there with her stage apart, and some of my cum was leaking out. What a breath taking website. She sat up and smiled at me, then said she had to go to the lavatory. As she walk to the bathroom, I thought what a vision of lovingness. As she walked back out, I was watching her again, man I could follow her manner of walking around this office nude sculpture for the rest of my life. Just watching her made my cock was start to grow hard again .