It was that Mrs. Thorne again. In she came ignoring the bent-over new boy standing atop the footstool. She took a position beside his and looked dow... at her boss as he continued to chat away with his feet propped up on the credenza. Finally she gave a little cough to get his attention.“Hold on a moment, Bob. Yes?”“Mr. English won’t be able to attend a three o’clock meeting. Could we make it at four instead?”“Four o’clock would be fine. What? Oh no. I didn’t mean you, Bob. I was talking. It is dedicated to him in thanks for being the best friend I could ever have and a damn good role-player! ,). Love You Jordan! I’d also like to thank my friend Lance who helped with editing. — As usual this story is solely my property and may not be reproduced or republished without my express permission. Any resemblance to people living, dead or non-existent is merely a coincidence. — Molly was moving the last of her boxes into the elevator and had just pushed the button for her floor. ‘Hold. Titch veered to the right as the sandbag gun emplacement of the evil looking 30mm quad flak cannons came into view. Sammy dropped two Mills grenades inside it, repeating it at the next sandbag emplacement.Shaun stood up to look back. Tim was over to the left taking care of the flak guns there whilst Bill was heading for the right-hand side of the runway. “Ok, Titch, head for the planes,” he shouted above the noise.Titch drove down the side of the runway has the first sandbag aircraft. I wanted so much for him to cum in my ass now. Ben leaned his weight onto me as he humped his cock into my asshole. I pulled him close to me kissing him passionately on the lips. I felt his tongue in my mouth and we locked lips like any passionate lovers would. I tightened my anus around his shaft as he pumped in again. I heard him grunt against me. He shoved his dick all the way in releasing his load into my ass. Ben and I carried on like this for the next month without anyone knowing. I would.