"Taylor's eyes stayed closed and he didn't respond."Taylor?" Aunt Agnes asked. "Taylor!" I think he's out cold," Deb remarked as she finished with Tay...or'snails. "I'll just leave them as is."Deb started to pack her things back into her bag."Not so fast, Deb... What was it he said before he sat down? Somethingabout what color he wanted?" Aunt Agnes smiled."I think I know what he meant..." Deb chuckled as she reached into herbag.Some time later, Taylor woke up, and realized he was still in. I grabbed it and immediately swiped it awake, in the programmed response we all seem to share. It was a pic, sent from Heather."OMG Sweetie! You are gonna get me fired!" I replied, quickly closing the image.A few minutes later I received, "OK! I won't bug you again. See you tonight. Or maybe I won't. But... You will see me," followed by a smiley-face emoji with devil horns.I showed restraint from texting her again. Work needed to be done. And I knew if I continued our dialog, my brain would be. A very brief encounter, the image of those captivating eyes. She said her name was Dominica, he could still hear the words, her voice dripping with lust. So he stroked, it felt so good to stroke. Energizing endorphins, sparkling though his body, Such a brief encounter, such a strong impression. It felt so damm good to stroke.Stroking harder and faster, faster and harder. Building to that hard release, the waves crashing down, the sudden relaxation of every muscle fiber, the perfect cum. It felt. She was on her own so she was looking for a job. I was also searching for job as I had completed my graduation so we used to accompany each other for our interviews. This way or friendship grew and we started getting close to each other. We used to chat and watch movies together at my place, on one such day I was watching movie “Taken 2” alone in my bedroom and she was chatting with my mom in the hall and her son was also with her. After a while she came to bedroom to chat with me. She was.