Amanda opened her mouth wide as Glenn seized the sides of her head and drove his erection down her throat. Glenn moaned aloud as soon as his penis made contact with her, momentarily not caring if anyone heard him. “You are a gift to all men, Mandy,” he breathed, using my wife’s hot pet name. Amanda spent a good while coating his cock with a copious amount of saliva as he throatfucked her, so much that spit was dripping out of her mouth and onto the carpet below. Glenn grunted as he thrust into her mouth one final time, then pulled out, and moved behind Amanda again. With her heels giving her additional height, Amanda’s romance pussy lined up perfectly with Glenn’s bgrade hard-on. He pressed his cockhead to her vaginal opening, holding it there for a moment, letting her feel him, teasing her and giving her an idea of what was to come. Then, after leaning down and kissing Amanda on the back of her shoulder, Glenn drew himself up tall and steered his manhood into my wife’s waiting orifice. He pinned her down by the back of the neck as she squirmed and clawed at the tabletop in the throes of passion. “My darling…I’ve fantasized about this moment for so long… making love to you in my office…. fucking you on this very table.....ohhhh…..” Glenn continued to pummel my wife’s pussy from behind. He let go of her neck and, instead, grabbed her at the elbows, lifting her body off the table into somewhat of a skier’s pose. She pulled against him as a counterforce to maintain her position as he continued to fuck her from behind. “Oh god, that feels so good. Oh god…oh god!” “Wait!” Amanda exclaimed before he could ejaculate inside of her. She spun from him and moved away from the table. “What? Why? What aunty happ---- did I hurt you?” Glenn was frustrated at being blue-balled, but his concern for my wife Bhabhi was genuine, and first and foremost. “No, silly. Sit back in your chair. Hurry!” Glenn appeared totally confused as she practically shoved him down into a sitting position. Amanda smiled slyly at him then bent down to kiss him on the lips. “You’re not the only one who’s fantasized about getting kinky in your office,” she whispered in his ear. Glenn was suddenly helpless. “Dear lord….” His voice was strangled as she sunk to the floor and crawled under his huge desk on her hands and knees. Amanda had plenty of room down there, and she wheeled him closer in his chair. “Call your secretary and tell her to file my report,” she commanded sternly. Glenn hesitated. He was acutely aware of how much trouble he could get into. But his lust for my wife always superseded better judgment, softcore and his resolve completed dissipated when he peered down at Amanda, who was kneeling at his feet wearing nothing but high heels and an angelic smile. He frantically picked up his phone, which he had knocked to the floor, and pressed a button. “Hello, Brenda? Would you be so kind as to come to my office and pick up Amanda’s report? I need you to file it right away…yes, it’s important….very important….yes, right away…great, thank you.” Well, you fell into it yourself and she just went with it. "Hold your tits, Doris, hot both hands. Mason keeps me busy so that I don’t have time Bhabhi to get self-conscious or embarrassed but softcore I have noticed people looking at me, especially as Mason doesn’t fasten the strings tightly and it’s not uncommon for the water to push the material to one side, uncovering one of my tits or my pussy lips. “Bet?” Dr. Wilson asked, glancing at us. “Your right,” I said, “this is hot.” Better than before, but different. “I’m sore.” I said. “Can you imagine what these very buildings have seen?” His dad had asked earlier this morning as they passed bgrade by some old arches and stuff. “Which is…?” I was afraid to ask. She had enthusiastically instructed him in everything he would ever have to know about how to use a woman. “Bobby’s Bahamian romance Rumrunner Resort,” she says. Both of them were framed frustratingly perfectly. When we stepped inside the bathroom, I heard the lock click shut behind us, which caused me to look around at the door in panic. He tapped the screen at what looked like tiny hands holding each other. The person in the mirror looks more like a flat chested girl with blonde aunty hair in panties a few sizes too big than a boy in girl’s underwear. "Holy shit, you two are kissing each other passionately, and even using tongue.