.. “What?!?”“I need you,” she mostly moaned ... a whining moan ... but definitely distressed.A clatter ... feet hitting the floor ... a chair ...hoved across hardwood ... a bit of a bustle. The door opened, a waft of cooler air. The office was air-conditioned.“What? Hi David,” Mayor Simmons ... I read it off his shirt pocket ... said. “What’s up?”And Junior stepped out from behind me. I’m not very big but Junior is tiny ... she had no trouble hiding in my shadow.“Your Highness...”At least I think. Some type of lotion. She put some on her hand and then she touched me. It was freezing!I yelled into Ronnie's cunt, but that only made her pull harder. She lifted one of her legs and while it got me a great mouthful of cunt, I couldn't see the mirror anymore.Jess's hands massaged my ass and balls. The lotion was a lubricant obviously. She pushed one finger in and slowly fucked me with it."Oh damn, you have a tight pussy, honey. I can't wait to fuck you!"Her voice was in my ear again, but Ronnie. Lastly, the only time his 'leg cramps' wouldact up was during mop up time so the backup point guard could get moreminutes.So both unknowing members of the mutual admiration club met outside thecafeteria before lunch. The smile on both of their faces got bigger, butneither of them noticed. They were more concerned about not letting onhow they felt because they thought the other would not reciprocate thesame feelings. Nick was now seeing Amy as too good for him. Amy, for shebelieved that Nick put. It was like he could smile with them somehow. For sure, I had never been this close to a genuine star athlete. I guess I expected him to be all bragging and full of himself. But Quan wasnt. He was a nice guy, soft-spoken, intelligent, and easy to talk to. So I kept chattering. I told him about my Mom and I and how I was so proud of her becoming a broker and having her own office now and all kinds of stuff. Most of the time I did remember to tell him to turn BEFORE we got to the corner (we only.