I ran my hand further down his chest, over his cute abs. There was no hair on his chest, just a slight happy trail visible above his boxers. I decided...to bite the bullet and took my hand lower down and gently brushed his hardening cock through his boxers. He let out a quick gasp. I was concerned I had gone too far but Mike put out his hand and pressed it lightly onto my chest, feeling my heart beat. He then followed my lead and slowly traced his hand down my chest towards my boxers. My erection. Alan who'd withdrawn behind the wall, smiled as he gently reached out for Harman. It all depended on just how distracted Varick kept Harman. Reaching in Alan started to adjust the areas that he knew would let Harman affect all the effects that would be needed. A full ten minutes later Alan had felt numerous parts that he moved fall into place. Touching Varick's mind, Alan waited as the man retreated back to him. "Did you achieve all you set out to?" Varick whispered as he came around the corner. He was definitely the last person I was expecting. Especially there, in my room. With my loose floorboard propped up, and one of my magazines in his hands as he flipped through it. An old issue of Playgirl.I swear I about had a heart attack. The only person who I was 'out' to in my family was my sister. Not even her husband knew. I'd had those magazines stashed away for over six years and my very nosy mother had yet to find them. Leave it to a nosy contractor to stumble upon my little hiding. I saw Tasha’s eyes dart towards the budge that had formed in my crotch.Tasha smiled and stepped towards where I was seated at the entry to my cubicle. I parted my legs and silently patted my inner thigh. Once again, she bit down on her lower lip as she looked down at me.“You know,” she said softly, “You can’t do that.”“Do what?” I sarcastically replied. I rubbed my hand back and forth on the inside of my leg and then over my crotch.“You know what you’re doing…” Tasha retorted.“What am I doing?”.