John Fuller

my head as Imogene worked the buttons of her light-blue blouse. "How are you liking your new office, Mr. Davies?" "I'm enjoying it," I said as her small, perky breasts came into view. Her nipples were pink and thrusting hard, her breasts jiggling. "Wonderful," she said. "I'm so happy." She slipped out of her blouse and carefully folded it and set it on a small shelf. Her hips wiggled as she unzipped her skirt. She peeled out of it, sliding it over her thigh-high stockings. "No bra or panties," my wife murmured. "That's naughty." "I thought you