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As she walks in the room, I look over my shoulder to see she's no longer wearing khakis and has changed into a very short pair of shorts showing off those long sexy legs. I take my time checking out the wireless issues, while she gets us a couple of waters - after all it is still morning.Across from her desk is a sofa chair and ottoman. Colleen walks back in the room and hands me the water. I turn around to talk to her about what I've found so far, and as she sits down on the edge of the ottoman I notice the soft edges of her labia peaking thru one side of her shorts. These shorts leave nothing to the imagination and I can see she isn't wearing panties.As we continue talking she notices I am constantly looking down between her legs, as I'm just hoping to catch another glimpse. She also notices the bulge starting to build in my own shorts. At this point, she leans back to rest on her elbows and spreads her legs open a little further letting me get a full view of both sides of her. I felt as randy as a schoolboy. My manhood was heavy with need for her. That she had been with no other man was kindling to the fires of desire that burned within me. The fact that she reacted to me with all the passion and skill of a common whore did not surprise me, after all, I knew how to pleasure a woman.She ran my hands through her hair, up her thighs, along the soles of her feet. My tongue plunged the sweet recesses of her mouth, tasting her until I felt drunk from the honeyed wine of her lips.Her gown and chemise came apart with one vicious rip, baring her exquisite, virgin’s body to my roguish eye. Never before had I seen a woman as perfect as she. From the heady fullness of her ripe breasts to the downy thatch of fleece at the juncture of her milky thighs, she was incredible.She nudged her alabaster thighs apart with my massive knee and settled between them, my member turgid and pulsating like a divining rod over water. My fingers probed the silky flesh of her woman hood..
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She raced to the sofa, John’s favorite seat in his office, and took off her clothes. She slipped out of her work shoes and socks, she placed them carefully beside each other under the sofa. She unzipped her blue nylon uniform, folded it, and set it on a nearby chair. She unfastened her chemise, laid it on the dress, and last pulled down her panties, placing them on the chemise. Completely naked she knelt on the floor in front of the sofa, head bowed. John strode in slowly. He walked over and sat on the sofa. Allyson knelt meekly on the floor between his legs. He thought about this girl, how he’d come to meet her, how they ended up where they were. He remembered again how it all began back in college. She was such a mousy little thing. He first saw her when he was in the library. She was in one of those tiny semi-private alcoves busily doing something on her computer. She had stringy brownish hair, no make-up, and dark glasses. She was wearing a simple dungaree jumper, white blouse,.

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