He had this amazing light, tan skin and dark brown eyes that held you. His spiky brown hair made him look just as more anglican. We went out a lot thr...ugh elementary, middle, and high school. It was the night of graduation out of High School. Aron walked up to me and took my hand. ‘Would you like to go out to eat with me?’ I was baffled but still answered. ‘Yes. I would love to.’ He took me out to a local restaurant. We talked and talked a lot about our interests and what we’ve been up to. Two hands pulled against her inner thighs, forcing her legs to separate, the consistent brushing that got firmer with each pass across her clit made her hips rise, inviting the touch. Her heartbeat quickened the inner walls of her pussy felt warm and so wet. What these men were doing with their hands had her on the edge of bursting in orgasm. Hand after hand went from breast to clit over and over when a door suddenly opened. Jenny couldn’t see who walked in, nor at this point did she care. She. I had to have this man.I began to look around for closets or private places to take him for a 55 minute lunch fucking session. I wanted him to forget that turkey clubs existed or that financial papers held any interest for him. I wanted his attention on my naked body. I wanted him fucking e anywhere and everywhere. I wanted his cock. In my hands. In my mouth. In my pussy.And so every day my lunch ended the same; with soaked panties, a rapid heartbeat, and a new fantasy to add to my repertoire.. My brain seemed to have taken a temporary leave of absence, and I was having difficulties processing my reactions. If Mary is the thinker in my little group of friends, then I’m more about staying true to my feelings. But the thing is, you really do need a brain to process what you are feeling. And when my brain power was turned back on just seconds later, I could see the truth quite clearly, I was falling in love. Because it wasn’t just lust (although heavily spiced with that particular.