On the ride up to the tenth floor, Frank pushed me back against the wall of the glass elevator and kissed me deeply while grabbing one of my tits in h...s hand. It made my pussy tingle. Jim did not stop us. We reached our floor, exited the glass elevator and headed down the hall to our room. Frank had his hand under my blouse and squarely on one of my tits. Jim was looking around to see if there was anyone coming. We spotted another person at the end of the hall just as we entered the room and. She was dark, gloomy, sad, and generally ... Did I say dark? The year before that, she was a cute little munchkin. A bouncing little girl in pastel blouses and shorts and bobby socks and Keds and all things young and feminine. My older brother was actually her step-father, but adopted her at the age of eight, when her biological father gave up parental rights so he could give up child support payments. Not much of a trade, but that’s the real world.Last week my brother and his wife of 8 years,. He suddenly knew he had to break this up fast."So LADIES did you miss me, is it my turn to buy drinks already?" asked Dusty loudly, waving, and with a large smile as he headed for their table.He wanted the men to know that the women were with him."Kiss off, we're talking to the ladies here," said one overtly large man with both of his front teeth missing. He moved to block Dusty from sitting at the table by sitting in his seat.While he was big, he had a large stomach that lapped over his belt.. I’ve never looked in a mirror so I may have been just as bland and colorless as them. It was Valentine’s Day. If you haven’t noticed yet, being alone on every Valentine’s Day since birth has a negative effect on one’s positive attitude. This being the case in my particular situation, I didn’t have the most optimistic outlook regarding my romantic life or life in general.I stared into the colorless space of the full cafeteria, hoping a false figment would appear to brighten me up. I clenched my.