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She is employed by the same organisation as I am. Her role is as my superior’s Personal Assistant and as such, means we interact almost on a daily basis. “A” is forty and is seven years into her second marriage, I have a feeling that all is not well in that department, but it is something we have not discussed too deeply. She has lived in England as long as her marriage. ‘A’ only talks about cutie parts of her life outside of work and work related topics. She keeps the rest private and under lock and key. I can understand that and, to a point, empathise with it as well. Coming from Poland and with the upbringing she has had adorable in a strict family, sharing some information is not a natural condition and I wouldn’t pry. She is beautiful with a quirky, lopsided smile that lights up her face and crinkles the corners of her eyes. She is always dressed smartly and has a tendency to wear clothing that hints at the delights beneath, showing just enough cleavage to attract the eye, but not be less than tasteful. Some of her dresses are quite short and can show flashes of inner thigh that tantalises these senses that I suffer with. If I were being unkind, I would say that her hairstyle is not flattering. If I were really being unkind, I would say that it looks as if a myopic gardener, being many different lengths, had cut it. Who am I to discuss or comment on the fashion of hair? I cling on to my ultra-thin mop and have it cut as short as possible. “A” has hazel coloured eyes that are large and expressive. They convey her moods by changing colour, deepening into a darker hazel when she is aroused or troubled. Her mouth has this lilt to it and is slightly asymmetrical. I find it endearing. Her regular visits to the fitness suite and Zumba dance exercises keep her body in great shape. She already had the right building blocks from which to work, the regime has just polished off the edges to a delightfully visual treat. “A” is very much my junior in the organisation and years. My role as a senior manager often involves calling on her services as minute taker in meetings so, we see each other often and have always shared a laugh. Joking can be a little difficult where her language, although extremely good, does not necessarily translate the nuances of humour. I should add, I have my own sense of humour and repartee that many don’t get, so she can be forgiven. It was over a cup of coffee that we found some common ground. I told her that I now had several stories published, but would not tell her where to find them. I wouldn’t want her to think I am some kind of pervert, writing erotica in my dotage. I am sixty-one, writing came late to me and I have tried to make up for lost time since. I eventually agreed to let her read Cuckold one of my stories, putting it on a memory stick amateur so she could read it at her leisure. “The Office” is a piece I wrote about a year ago, is humorous, but also tells the tale of a young man in an office environment, full of women who are street smart. A graphical deion of his sexual encounter is part of the story, but is not the whole couple piece, so is less than pornographic and I am rather more comfortable in having people read that than some of my sex tape other pieces. I have been married for more than forty years. I admit to not having been entirely faithful… well actually, I have grasped almost every opportunity that has come my way. For whatever reason, and not from openly seeking alternatives to my marriage, I have had rather more than my fair share of alternative partners. “Mom, get in here and get couple naked!” He cursed and shoved it into his pocket. And John was just about sex tape to start wiping the outermost part of her totally hairless pussy mound, when he realized what he was actually doing, and froze up like a lifeless mannequin. And little by little she dropped her guard. It will never be accidentally lost or be stolen. Ealaín had a way to beat this attacker. ‘take a seat Steve, this will be fun to watch’ he said cockily ‘now take off my trousers D’ I know he’s going to kill me, I just don’t know when.” So Kate reclined back on amateur the bed, arranged the pillows and got herself comfortable. “That is adorable soooo wild Johnson. “So Joe. She applied lotion to her arms, legs and stomach as Stacy squirted some lotion into her cutie hand. After a moment of silence, he pushed the door open, peaked inside, and immediately closed it and ran back. She grunted as she sucked and Jerry’s nuts tightened in her hand as he swung his cock Cuckold into her head. She responded by shifting to face me. “Say something.” she ordered. KK asked. That surprised me, but it also made me giggle nervously in response to the strange sensation I was experiencing down between my legs. “It will be our secret daddy, don’t worry,” she assured him. When I got there, there was a big room with a relaxation area at one end and a small workout area at the other end.