Downblouse/
She was loving this as much as I was! Not the act of sucking my dick, I knew she didn’t much care for that. But, pleasing me. I knew she loved to pl...ase me, nothing turned her on more than being the source of my pleasure. Obeying my commands, the smouldering look of lust in my eyes, Hearing me moan as she enveloped my cock with her mouth, knowing I was so rock hard just for her, tasting the pre-cum from the tip of my cock knowing there was so much because of her.She took me back in her mouth. ”“So you’ve never sat down and thought about how you’d do things differently if you were in charge?” Phil asked.“Well, sure,” Edmonds admitted. “Anyone who has worked anywhere has thought that but not to the point where I can say I’d actually be able to do any of the things I’ve thought of.”“I’ve done a great deal of research on Lambswool in the past few months,” Phil said. “I’ve determined Lewis Steinmetz’s biggest flaw. You know he worked here for close to 20 years before he moved up to. Was it possible? Was she masturbating? I had toknow. I slowly opened her bedroom door. Her bedside lamp was on.She was under her blanket, facing away from the door. I could see her hipsmoving under her blanket. Her hand was between her thighs. I could see herblanket moving up and down with the motion of her hand.She groaned as she rolled towards the door. When she saw me, she screamed!She didn't know that I was there. Marco held the blankets up to herchin. I saw that her fingers were glistening. I had a small twinge of regret that I didn't tell her not to wear any panties under her dress although later when I told her, she laughed, saying it would have been shocking to everyone as when dancing it would have been obvious she swung and danced her dress would ride up and she would be displaying everything.We arrived home about 9 and checking my camera, realised I had only a small amount of memory on the SD card left after the photos taken.Remembering what the guy at the store had said.
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