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Visit to Agent

Alex is short for Alexandra, arrives at my Highland Park home, a modest home comfortable upper middle class neigborhood. “ Let’s go inside,” I said. With that, she turns quickly on her heel, and is off to the back door of the house. I watch her ass in those tight jeans. I had to reach and adjust my cock in my pants. I'm uncomfortable in my current alignment. I just had to moan to myself, imagining what I could do to her body. Once inside, I offered her a drink. I did not mind playing house maker with her. It gave me time to observe her movements around the kitchen. When she bent to rub her legs, she bent at the waist, slowly sliding her hands down to her ankles. All this is done with her feet spread shoulder width apart, without bending a knee. The jeans wrapped tightly around her ass. Breath taking view. My mind pictured her body naked, bending at the waist, hands on her knees, leaning to the side viewing me behind her. She licks her lips, wiggles her ass, and begs me to put my cock in her tight pussy. She is calling me stud, mount me stud, fuck me hard. My cock grows painfully harder, making me uncomfortable in my pants. I fill our wine glasses with wine. Sitting across from her at the table, I watch her fingers as they reach around the glass, holding the glass between her palms, cupping the glass gently. I watch her lips as she moves the glass to her mouth slowly, gently wrapping her lips on the edge of the glass. I see her grasping my cock, pulling it to her waiting ...

... mouth, tongue extending beyond her lips to lick the head of my monster cock. She suctions her lips to my cock, sucking any precum from the slit, tongue dancing on its’ helmet. “ Well, what did you want to discuss with me,” she asks quietly, staring into my eyes. I hesitate, lost in my fantasy. “ Hello,” she says again. My mind focuses, returns to our conversation. I chuckle, admitting “ my mind was off playing,” I tell her. She looks at me quizzically. “ Playing where,”? She continues staring at me. I am not sure how to respond. Does she want me to make an advance? “ I was just noticing how attractive you are for the thousandth time,” I tell her. Her hand reaches her hair, head lowers slightly, uncomfortable with the comment. “ That’s nice of you,” she says. “ Don’t get those compliments often,” she states clearly. “ I would think you are always getting guys coming on to you. You are very attractive, great body, outgoing, and more,” I respond. “ I find myself waiting to see you because of the effect you have on me,” I continue. “ I find myself creating many fantasies about you,” I finish. “ Let’s not go there,” she retorted. “ Now, what can I do for you,”? I look across at her tits. I swear her nipples have hardened, and are looking back at me. I see her catch her breath. She notices I am staring at her tits. She leans forward, crossing her arms to keep her nipples from looking back at me. I notice a slight tension in her voice. “ Are we done here,” she asks? She is staring at me, ...