Presidential Fuck
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2007-04-11
The company I worked for was having a party in the Presidential suite at the biggest hotel in town. It was for an executive that was retiring after long service with the company. The suite is HUGE. It has a dinning room with a large oak bar on one side, A living room, and a large bedroom with a king size bed and his and hers bathrooms. Well the liquor was flowing, and I wasn’t eating as much as I should have, so I got a good buzz pretty quick. There where a few of us in the bedroom talking and drinking. I was talking to Suz, who works in the procurement department. She a real MILF. She’s about forty, blond hair, tits that were at least a c cup, and wore classy clothes that showed her body without looking trashy. And she’s married, and so am I. She seemed to be as high as I was and we were getting closer to each other, and I starting feeling the heat from her body. I know it was the booze that gave me the courage, but I leaned in and kissed her on the lips, and she kissed me back. It was a short kiss because other people were around us and we didn’t want them to notice and start rumors. Our faces were just inches away from each other’s and she whispered that we needed to find a more private place for some more kissing. That sounded good to me, and maybe a little more than that. The “Hers” bathroom was just to my left, so I guided her thru the door and locked it behind me.
2007-04-11
The company I worked for was having a party in the Presidential suite at the biggest hotel in town. It was for an executive that was retiring after long service with the company. The suite is HUGE. It has a dinning room with a large oak bar on one side, A living room, and a large bedroom with a king size bed and his and hers bathrooms. Well the liquor was flowing, and I wasn’t eating as much as I should have, so I got a good buzz pretty quick. There where a few of us in the bedroom talking and drinking. I was talking to Suz, who works in the procurement department. She a real MILF. She’s about forty, blond hair, tits that were at least a c cup, and wore classy clothes that showed her body without looking trashy. And she’s married, and so am I. She seemed to be as high as I was and we were getting closer to each other, and I starting feeling the heat from her body. I know it was the booze that gave me the courage, but I leaned in and kissed her on the lips, and she kissed me back. It was a short kiss because other people were around us and we didn’t want them to notice and start rumors. Our faces were just inches away from each other’s and she whispered that we needed to find a more private place for some more kissing. That sounded good to me, and maybe a little more than that. The “Hers” bathroom was just to my left, so I guided her thru the door and locked it behind me.
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