Wouldn’t you rather drink with me than the patrons of some bar? I don’t want you to get into an accident, and I don’t want you to get picked up...by some woman either. I’m sure Mom wouldn’t want that.” “Sweetheart, I would much rather talk to you. My drinking buddies are getting tired of hearing about Mom anyway. That’s all I ever want to talk about. If you don’t mind I can tell you about the places we went to when we were dating. I can take you to some of them.” “That would be. ” “Well, Jimmy,” (she wouldn’t stop calling me that) “my husband is out of town for the weekend and I realized I’m almost out of something to wash this down with. I really don’t want to leave the house tonight” she said with almost a pout. “Do you think I could get you to run past the store and bring me a six pack of beer? Would you? Before you go to your party?” When she said husband, I could feel everything deflate within me. She must have noticed because she immediately continued: “Here’s. In defiance to Thabit, she advanced toward Numair with a trembling smile on her face. Her shaking hand reached up to touch his shoulder, her fingers trailing lightly over his scars. He tensed when her fingers touched the white flesh. When her lips followed her fingertips, he sighed and groaned. Her free hand caressed his small, hard shaft, massaging it steadily. Numair moaned and his hips began jogging, sliding his rod against her squeezing palm. He groaned and shuddered, grabbing her hand and. You continue to work as your cock twitches in your pants at her touch, straining against the material until she finally undoes your button, unzips your pants and pulls your erect cock out letting it sit at attention in front of her face. You hear a soft moan of approval from under your desk as she once again takes your cock in her hand. A sharp intake of breath makes a co-worker look over at you curiously. “I uh, one of the figures on this document just shocked me...” you stumble through your.