I think if it got out that I like girls like you, or anything, that I'd be bombarded with that kind of shit. I wouldn't quit but I'd probably get fire....” “So we stay in the closet, at least the workplace closet.” We chatted for a few hours until it was time for him to take me back to my car. “I'd like for you to come back to my house,” he said before I got out of his car. “I'd like that also but I need to get home and change clothes. You know what I mean.” “Any other plans? A date, maybe?”. I tried to turn away from him to cover up my growing dick that looked like a baby dick compared to his johnson. I continued to wash off the soap while trying rush so I could get away from this guy. I was still afraid that he saw me accidentally looking at his shorts on the treadmills and thought he could be mad enough to hit me. I was almost done but it was like a scene from a movie, I went for my locker key on the soap ledge and it falls off. It gets washed to the drain conveniently right. A gentleman tells no tales, but we're blood. Nosecrets between us, eh?"I rubbed furiously at the collar, what if mum came out! She had thekind of brain Sherlock Holmes would have envied and she'd work out in aflash that they only woman to have been wearing that particular shadeof pink was none other than the insatiable Mrs Hall - the almost inlaw! Her and Mum had been mates for years."You, my son, deserve a pint for this - no, whiskey. My Dad bought me awee dram of the good stuff when I popped. Shabnam shrugged. “OK. I have to see if any other couple are interested” she sighed and was about to get up. I held her by hand.“Tell me. How come I didn’t notice you and Prakash petting?” I asked curiously.“Because you don’t have eyes in the back of your head. We sit in a row behind you. See the structure of the tables. I f you bend forward and he squeezes your tits no one can see, similarly hand in cunt “she told.Rest of the day, not one word of any lecture registered in my brain. I kept.