’ Chris looked down at his watch, and then up at Amaya. She looked so fragile to him. He looked at her caramel complected skin. He always thought t...at she was an attractive young lady. Tall, slim, well proportioned, without much effort. She was always well-groomed, manicured nails and toes, hair in a bun, with side swooping bangs. He never realized how much of a natural beauty she was. She was the quiet type that kept to herself, and she dressed in a very mature, classy way. She never showed. Or the way your lunch spins backward when you hurl it up and flush it down in Australia, although I’d have to work pretty hard to tag that phenomena to some Oz national trait. Others are more subtle, because you don’t encounter them 24/7. But they are equally confusing. Like shoes in Iceland. Apparently, you don’t wear the things. Anna didn’t wear the things. Not here at work, at least. And now she stood there a few steps into the hallway of the office, with a sweet smile on her. “Becky dresses like it's 1994. I've seen less denim on K-Mart couches. Trust me, you do not want to borrow anything from her.” “Well, what do you suggest, Mrs. fashion guru?” Claire replied sarcastically. A wide smile appeared on Eva's face as she stood up and walked to her closet. “Step into my office.” Eva swept open the double doors to her closet and flipped on the light. At once the girls were assaulted by a sea of colors and sparkles. The room was cavernous, or it would have been were it. Xav lifted his knees higher, spreading his legs wider and tilting his hips. His fingers massaged along Chavez’s scalp now encouragingly. His cock throbbed with need, but he let the pleasure ease back down from the edge while Chavez’s slick tongue kept him from coming down too far. ‘Mmmmhhhh… you taste good,’ Chavez mumbled, lapping away happily as his fingers and thumbs parted Xavier’s cheeks like two halves of a sweet, fresh melon, so that he could devour the soft flesh between them. His wet,.