It was Friday December 23, and the boss just dumped a pile of theme study on my desk to get done before our year-end in 8 days. I was hoping to assume a few days off over the Xmas week,
but gauge not now. As I sorted through the newspaper work some of it was insurance stuff. I just detest insurance paperwork, and I knew that asshole of an agent would be gone. agent's have the easiest Book of Job, they take time off, shoot your money, and cry about how severe they work. Well the only good thing about this factor was his secretary.

She was a doll, in her upper 40 's with a hour looking glass figure, blonde hair, soft brown eyes. When
she got up to walk all optic were on her as she just dripped in sex. Her assets were perfect
36 C knocker, slight waist, perfect ass and legs, you could tell she worked out a lot to keep her
body looking that nice.

I grabbed the phone and gave the broker's office a claim. I knew that she would answer, and she did. I asked her if Rusty was in, knowing just what her answer would be. She said no he was gone till Midweek, that figure the arse never worked. I told her that I had some papers to degenerate 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 good good-by and I hung up. I grabbed what papers I need, made a couple of quick telephone call, and one to my wife telling her I was running late. I locked up and headed for my truck.

What a hapless day it was international one-half rain one-half snow and all slops. It was dull going and I got to the federal agent's office around 3:45. I shut the truck off and hoped out and went to the door, and it was locked up already. I knocked on the door about a 100 meter, and no answer. I grabbed my cadre telephone set and outcry, but got just the recording tell that the bureau was closed, and the sentence 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 blank 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 doorway opened, whoever left last didn't secure the door latch. I stepped in incline and shut down the door behind me tightly.

I stood there for a few seconds, letting my center get adjusted to the wickedness. I walked forward through the hallway, and stopped at the end and listened. It sounded like individual was sobbing or crying softly. I stepped into the elbow room and saw Stacey sitting at a banquet table with a couple of candles lite, some music playing and all the lights 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 flatten off these newspaper publisher to Rusty.
She said O O yea sorry I forgot. I took the papers and threw them on Rusty's desk, and went back and sat down next to Stacey.

She was sipping on a glass of wine trying to unwind, I could see that she was untune. So I ask her what the trouble was. She just shook her head. So I sat there quietly for a few mo, and asked again. She started to softly cry and put her story out.

It seem that she and her hubby were not getting along very well, and she has not heard from her son in over 6 calendar month. 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 Day 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 eye, she said what. I told her to support up, and she did. WOW she had on a black wearing apparel that was thigh high-pitched, and fit her just like a glove, showing off all her good qualities. I said what you need is a practiced hug, and I step forward and gave her the advantageously hug that I could collapse. She had her arms wrapped around my neck, squeezing me back.

Here I am holding the adult female of my dreams in my arms, and my judgment goes completely blank. So like a dummy I let go of her, and sit back down in the chairman. I keep sound off my self in the ass for not taking advantage of this opportunity that I had with her. But want of experience in doing this with another adult female other than my wife really showed.

We chatted for a few minutes, and then I had another real heavy idea, and told well I guess it is meter for me to go. DUH ! ! ! that was substantial impertinent move on my part.

She kind of look down and then back at me and then asked, could I have another hug. BINGO the light clicked on, and I though here is my one prospect don't blow it. I stood up and took off my crownwork and tossed on the floor, and she flowed right over into my blazonry for a hug.

I rubbed my hands over her back and Down to her cheeks, I could tell that she had a thong on, and not a good deal else under the dress as it felt real smooth. She loosen her hands from my neck and looked me in the eyes, and drew her lips up to mine and we meet in a very passionate kiss. I open my rima oris a little bit and could feel her natural language flicker in and out, what a big routine on.

As our spit continued to dance together, I unhooked her clothes 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 dress and bra strap off, and then the other arm. Here I was holding her almost bare ( except for the thong ) and French 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 have feel 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 reave, and she took off her thong. I just make love how a charwoman can do that so gracefully.

She pushed me into the death chair and sat on my lap. I got my start real full hazard to see her up close naked, GOD what a internet site. I can't figure what is the matter with her husband to not take care of a goddess like this. As we french kiss with heat, my bridge player was slowly massaging her tit and playing period with her nipple. They was so severe I felt like I was playing with a pair of bullets. As I played with her bosom and tweaked her nipples, she would moan softly in my sassing. God I just could not get enough of those breast, I could represent with them all day and night.


As I played with her nipples the bumps on her areola grew to a greater extent acute. As my finger's breadth rubbed over those gibbousness, I was able to understand what those bumps mean in braille. It said suction here. So I started to puzzle out my way down. Softly kissing and nibbling on her neck, and then down to her knocker. As my lingua and backtalk worked her mamilla over, I moved my hand down to her pegleg. She parted them just like Anna Mary Robertson Moses did to the red sea, and I started to stroke her inner thighs softly, till I finally got to her outer lips. She had a nicely shaven pussy with a land strip just above her pussy
lips.

As I rubbed the sass, she was starting to get worked up, and I could take up to feel some wet on the lips. I spread the brim and my fingers enter her pussy, and she was soaking wet. I started out slowly, and worked the f number up faster, then slowed back down. I move finger up to her clit, and rubbed that in a sweetie movement. I had one finger slowly stroking her asshole. Suddenly she grabbed my head and brought me up for a hard kiss, and broke the kiss off and held me tightly, as her physical structure starting signal to judder in an orgasm. side by side matter I knew my hand was wet and full of her juices.

Finally I could not acquire it anymore. I picked her up and set her on the mesa. I got on my knee joint and spread her legs and dove right in and set about to lick her pussy. I licked in and out, up and down, and around and around, as fast as I could. Man did she gustation good, I felt like a bear attacking a bee hive and licking up all the honey, but not getting stung. Suddenly she locked her legs around my brain, drawing me in tighter. It was getting hard to suspire, and then my typeface got awash with her juices.

She relaxed her legs and I got free, she reached down grabbing my head, looking to my eyes, she said put it in me now. well I may not be the penetrating tack in the box, but I did not have to be asked twice. I stood up cattle farm her wooden leg and slammed my cock into her sopping wet puss. She was so hot that I think that my crackpot were starting to boil in my sack. As I was banging away at her, she keep saying fuck me harder over and over.

Finally I said Stacey I going to cum, and she gave a literal loud groan and said cum with me now.
I buried my cock as cryptic as I could and let off the braggy blast that I ever did. I think that I saw some wax blow out of her ears from my sexual climax. We held that position for a few bit, till finally my legs started to grant way and I had to sit down.

She was laying there with her wooden leg apart, and some of my cum was leaking out. What a breathing spell taking site. She sat up and smiled at me, then said she had to go to the john. As she walk to the privy, I thought what a visual sensation of fondness. As she walked back out, I was watching her again, man I could ascertain her walk around this situation nude for the rest of my animation. Just watching her made my putz was start to develop hard again .