[b]Update …..[/b]


Over the next week, home life was the usual ,quiet existence – eat – sleep- brief chat – Krystal being on her platonic level – friendly, chatty but not interested in sex. So it was T.V. or reading or video games or chores.

Work was extremely busy, so the opportunities to flirt with or encounter Tracey were minimal. Too many staff members around, and we know how they love to gossip and spread rumors.

I did manage to meet up with Tracey on one occasion, for lunch in the canteen, it was sort of like two naughty school kids sharing a secret. We sat opposite each other as we ate, and spoke softly, so know one else could overhear our conversation.

God she looked hot, my eyes penetrating her uniform – remembering her sweet succulent breasts, Mr Penis rising under my side of the table remembering her hot lips licking and sucking him, I was horny. I wanted to savage her body, drag her off to a spare room – any spare room and ravage her lips, her neck – then rip off her clothes and force-ably have my way with her, to fuck her over and over again. Mr Penis fully and firmly implanted in her sweet, juicy cunt, ramming her pussy to imploding orgasm after orgasm. Alas, I have pre-cum in my pants, Mr Penis panting.

Tracey felt the frustration as well, I could see it in her eyes, her cheeks were glowing, her sexy smile. Fucking tease, she undid the top two buttons of her uniform discretely, and lent forward, revealing excellent cleavage. Tracey knew she had me hook line and sinker – well I wanted to jump over the table and release those beauties – bitch.

I looked around, nobody was paying us any attention, engrossed in their meals and chatting among themselves.

Trying to be the responsible adult in a relationship, I attempted to divert the conversation to important issues.