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‘Something’s up with Brin,’ Tom thought as he settled in behind his desk. It wasn’t just the strange way she’d practically run out of the room this morning. There was something indelibly different about her lately, something he couldn’t quite articulate. He’d noticed her looking at him sometimes while her thoughts were somewhere else. They still had the easy banter they’d enjoyed practically since Brin could talk – she might have inherited her mother’s looks, but she’d gotten Tom’s sardonic sense of humor – but every now and then she seemed to drift off in the middle of their verbal dueling. Then again, Tom knew Brin wasn’t the only one who’d acted strangely this morning. Before she’d jolted him out of his catnap, Tom had istanbul travesti been in the middle of a disturbing dream. In the dream, Tom was reclining on the sofa with Lexi standing between his knees, her back to him. His wife had on a very short black skirt that hugged her ass beautifully and a silky blouse that clung to her curves. She was performing a slow striptease for him. Actually, this was more than a simple striptease – it was a full-on lap dance. Lexi was seductively swaying her hips back and forth, up and down, closer and closer to his face and crotch. He wanted to touch her, but for some reason he couldn’t move his hands. He started to ask Lexi to turn around, only to realize istanbul travestileri his voice seemed to be gone as well. But none of this seemed to be important in the dream as Lexi suddenly rubbed her scrumptious ass against his growing cock. She dry-humped him a few times before sliding away again, keeping her back to him the whole time. By her movements, Tom could tell she was unbuttoning her blouse. He saw the tails come open and fall away as she undid the last button. He knew she was unclasping her bra, and he saw her maneuver to free herself from the straps without letting the blouse slip completely off. She tossed the bra carelessly away and continued her erotic writhing. Tom was travesti istanbul almost desperate now to see her naked breasts, to have them swaying in front of his face, to have her offer him a nipple to suckle. But he still couldn’t find his voice, and Lexi continued to keep her back to him. Even when she finally slid the blouse off and let it fall to the floor, she still refused to turn around. Lexi moved in between Tom’s knees again, so close that he could feel the heat coming off of her. His cock was engorged, tenting the running shorts he was wearing obscenely. She continued to move until she was pressed against him, his face on her bare back. Tom inhaled her scent and began to kiss along the small of her back, just above the waistband of her skirt. Lexi bent over, pushing her butt up into his face, and put her hands on her knees as she gyrated. She was murmuring to herself, making little cooing sounds. Tom was desperate to touch her now. He wanted to rip her skirt off and bury his nose between those two globes.