Especially with the growing bulge in his shorts.The door to the changing room stood open and he hurried through before she could see him, dragging off...his sweaty clothes and throwing them on the bench in disgust. He needed to get out more if the sight of a pair of bouncing boobies was enough to bring him to attention!Twisting the dial on the shower he stepped under the weak spray and closed his eyes, squeezing out some shower gel and lathering up his short hair. It seemed to be taking and age. What the fuck is happening to my life, man?I started to fall, secluded in a deep depression. I thought that my uttermost dreams were going to come true, but I guess not.I went deeper and deeper into this docile and volaitile depression until I heard my blackberry ring.I picked it up and answered it."Hello?" I asked."It's Jane, are you alright?" Yeah, I'll just have to get past the fact that at least 90 percent of all my hopes and dreams were taken away this night." Well, if you really thought. We still hadn't said a thing to each other, but I didn't mind. He shocked me when he unzipped his pants and pulled out at least eight inches of solid throbbing cock. He held it, and started stroking it ever so gently, looking into my eyes the whole time, knowing this would push me over the edge. I smiled. He grabbed my face and kissed me hard. My pussy was so hot and wet I could have melted my own panties right off. Suddenly, his hand went from my cheek to the top of my head, and he guided me. Margo went to the coffee machine to make her selection and Fisher stole a glance at her shapely rear-end and heeled fetlocks. She had a knack of dressing demurely yet radiate sex.As she turned with her coffee Fisher's eyes looked elsewhere.She sat back into the soft armchair and lost herself in the latest Putin of Russia saga. He was her sort of man; knew what he wanted; and took it.Wonder what he was like in bed? Memories of last night flooded her mind and she felt her face flush hot. Guy had.