....I can't .....I.....AHHHHHH!"Her body jerked one last time before she plopped back on the ground. She laid there exhausted and out of breath. "Oh m... fucking God. That was incredible." She said catching her breath. I got on top of her, giving her little kisses. on her cheeks and lips. My cock was nice and hard again. It took her a few minutes to feel that pressed against her thigh. Once she did, she positioned herself so I was directly on top of her. Guiding my cock in position, I pushed my. “You need to stay away from him.”The vehement way he said it shocked me. “Mark, I only met him once and we only talked for a few minutes.” Well, unless you counted the later conversation where he talked me out of my clothes. I couldn’t make myself feel guilty and it was a secret that was going with me to my grave. I’d even dreamed about him a few times, vauge erotic images that seemed to flow without rhyme or reason. I invariably woke up to wet panties.“I don’t care. Stay away. I don’t like his. Next morning Sid, was doing a double shift, as his opposite number was off for a funeral, so he was first to go at 5.30. later Mark called for Ian as usual, fetching with him a parcel for Sheila, and saying it was from his mum and that she hoped she would be along for coffee at ten, but it depended on the gas-man and that she had ‘been busy overnight!’ he didn’t enlighten her further, as just then, Ian bounced into the room just then and as lads do, hastily kissing his mum goodbye, they went on. Some sort of participation was clearly very soon going to be expected of me and I didn’t know how far it would go, how I would react. During his show he had stayed close to me all along, a touch here and there as he was doing his work. Now he leaned over me and whispered in my ear, his breath warm and personal as a kiss. He smelled deliciously of work and play, fresh and feral all together. “Are you with me? Can I carry on?” I couldn’t do more than nod as my mouth was still balancing the.