So I’m sitting in my office chair looking across the year where I have my studio as I write this. I’m looking at Patricia's roll up door. She sitting with her longs legs out in the sun and her upper body shaded. She reading a book and I can see her tickling her pussy in loose running shorts. Damn makes me so hard.
I’m married and she has a thing with one of her painter friends. In my mind I’m between the two of them, my erection ready to pleasure them in so many ways.