He couldn’t even bring himself to ask for help. No matter how much was on his plate, if he was asked to do something else he would smile and say, �...Of course. No problem.’ He sat on many committees, both personally and professionally. He chaired the school board at his daughter’s private school, was technology advisor and choir director at his parish and finance chair for his university alumni advisory committee. He even organized his neighborhood watch committee. At work, he chaired no less. He would catch me looking every once and a great while, but we carried on the conversation like nothing happened. "We're just guys. Everybody looks once in a while." Over time we became pretty good friends and would drive to work together and hang out on our days off. I started catching myself looking at his crotch in his jeans trying to find the bulge and distinguish his cock from his balls and the tip from the shaft. I would think to myself what are you doing?! That's fucking gross! So. Using his hands to cup my ass-cheeks and spread them wide he was soon dominating the pace, making me squat up on down on him really slowly. Even though i was desperate to slam my ass hard and fast down the full length of his shaft, i did exactly as he asked like a good little whore. Soon i was gasping with pleasure as he made me work harder and harder,grinding up and down on his pole as i struggled not to push myself all the way down it. With the bottle of poppers once again being constantly. "I'm wasted."Candy was groaning, not a sound of pain, but of guttural wonderment. The sound reverberated like a death rattle from her throat. She couldn't believe what was happening to her; she had reached some beautifully high plateau, a place of pure sexual sensation.And now she was coming again. Impossible. So soon, but true.She whirled her head around. Then she reached behind her and pulled his face down to hers. Passionately she kissed him, grinding her tongue into his mouth.Then she.