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I worked as a reports analyst for this sales manager, a woman who had just given birth and was regaining her figure. Her husband would not dare put his dick where his son had just come out of, so the poor woman was about as horny as could be. She would come to me and say that she desperately needed some statistic or some report - her boss had her at gunpoint over something and she could not stand to fuck up.
Sometimes I would play with myself until I was good, and hard and then I would rush into her office saying I had something she had to see right away. I would keep a straight face and so would she. I mean, my boner was fixing to rip out of its clothes like the incredible hulk or something, and I would thrust my hips forward. She would be sitting down so my bone was right at her eye level.
She would get me too though. She would come walking up to me and she would pull her stretch pants up real tight into her crotch as she addressed me, right into her cuchee. Shit. We should have fucked. I really don't know why we didn't. Agnes, if you're out there, you got a serious bang coming to you and I mean a serious good one, if you want it.
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