She moaned as she came. She told herself maybe next week she would ask him for a raise. In the meantime she had her goodies. She looked down at his face as he continued lapping her. Her pussy was flooded with cuntjuice now and she had a yen to see it on his tongue. The old bastard loved it. He sucked at the slime pouring out of her gaping cunthole. Now she could see it. A froth of white around his lips. Oh yes, she liked that. Go on, suck it, you old fart. Suck the goodies out of my snatch.

He fell away from her finally. He did what he always did. He unzipped his fly and brought his prick out and then jerked himself off into a large white handkerchief while she watching him. As always, he came quickly and groaned as he tossed the handkerchief into the waste basket. Myrna blew him a kiss and carried her clothes into his private john to get dressed.

The sun was still shining when she arrived home. She found a message from Neal on the answer machine telling her he wouldn't be home until seven. She made herself a drink and relaxed. Or she tried to relax. Whenever old man Perkins did his thing with her, it always made her restless.

Now she sat there on the recliner in the living room with the sun shining through the blinds and her fingers toying with her pussy through the nylon crotch of her pantyhose. She wasn't sure why she was doing it, but she was doing it, all right.

She had her skirt off. Her silk blouse was still on, but unbuttoned in front and pulled away to expose her bare tits. She hadn't put her bra back on after leaving Perkins' office because she liked her tits free and it was almost time to go home.

Below the blouse, she wore nothing but the pantyhose, and now she pulled at the waistband and peeled the nylon off her legs and tossed it away. She draped her left forearm across her body under her tits and slid her right hand down between her thighs with her finger in her gash.

She gasped and turned her head to the side as she touched her clit. Her eyes closed, she slowly rubbed her pussy.