"Same old Jennifer," laughs Jen. "Isn't that what YOU always say after a party?"God, it was. Jen's words are coming out of her mouth, which I am of co...rse using.I sit in sulky silence the rest of the way home - except when I bitch about Bumstead."He is an old lecher, isn't he. Don't worry about it though."That's easy for him to say! He wasn't the one fending off a human octopus at dinner. JENNIFERI felt so important at the party. Also, it was a relief not to be groped! Jasper treated me with. She routinely said she would like a foot massage. As I rubbed her feet she told me her legs were also sore. My hands slowly slid up her legs with long rubbing strokes. She slowly pulled up her skirt to reveal her stockings were thigh high and appeared to be held up by garters.This really excited me which she could tell by the look in my eye and the erection in my pants. Needless to say I proceeded to the bathroom and quickly shot off my load in a short time.For the next several weeks she wore. A sheer, almost see through blouse clung to her tits, and a black skirt that barely covered her ass clung to her ass like a glove. She knew the guys at work would do anything to fuck her, but she didn’t let any of them had their wish. She’d more than once caught her coworkers with bulges in their pants and staring down her shirt or at her magnificent ass. As she walked, she felt something behind her. She turned and almost ran into the blade of a knife. Her scream was cut short by a hand over. She caught sight of a the tattoos on his big forearm and stared at it, her eyes widening just slightly. You like that, eh? he asked. Kevin turned back to Mark. Nice ink work on her, by the way. Did you pick em yourself? Mark beamed with pride. As long as hed known Kevin and he still felt like a little kid when Kevin game him a compliment. You like that? I have a few more in mind. Kerrie leaned forward slightly at that. Kevin caught her movement and his mind raced. He recognized the signs of a.