Miranda smiled at the action, sinceshe had not had to tell him to do so.Preston and Miranda decided to eat together in the conference room.They brough... each up to speed on where each was at with the others workbefore they made small talk about their personal lives.As they finished eating, Miranda smiled and asked, "Holly, would youmind doing this again?" Doing what?" Preston asked."Switching roles from time to time," Miranda answered.Preston smiled as he said, "I can certainly see doing it. I try desperately to push him into me, lifting my hips and even wrapping my legs around him but nothing works, he just holds me there in that painful moment of waiting.“What the fuck Tim! Your teasing the hell out of me!” I yell in impatience and he quickly silences me with another mind blowing kiss, taking me by surprise as his hands pin my arms above my head. I gasp and he breaks away from our kiss. Looking down at me his eyes seem to glaze over in amazement and I find myself blushing at his. ”“I’ll bet the other guys don’t want it that way, though.”“How can you tell? It doesn’t come up in conversation. They don’t even admit that they want to fuck you at all. I can tell that they want you; even you can tell that some of them want to fuck you.”“But everybody before you has wanted into my cunt.”“Sure. I do, too. You have an attractive face, attractive breasts, smooth kissable neck, and lovely thighs. That I like to kiss your neck doesn’t mean that I don’t want to kiss your thighs or. I know that I heard an audible "moan" as I made this move and I smiled inwardly knowing that I might have made his cock stiff. I was naked now and I grabbed a towel to wrap around me before leaving my locker. Most of the guys in the bath house wrap the towel around their waist. I wrap the towel around my breasts, like a woman. The towel, once wrapped around my chest, barely covers my ass cheeks and gives a signal to most men that I'm a sissy. I left my locker and headed downstairs to the.