” He still sat there agape, looking at her. He couldn’t help himself; his eyes drifted down again, first roaming over her breasts and down to her ...hong again. She knew she was very close to getting what she wanted. “You know you want to. Look, I made your cock all hard.” He looked down at his own crotch and saw that she had rubbed her juice all over his trousers, making them wet. He jumped up in a panic, running for a paper towel. “These are dry-clean only! Oh god, you've ruined them!” He. Don’t be jealous.”“Hard when you’re so sexy, Ginny.” She took my hand and pulled me close, giving me a hot kiss, her tongue slipping into my mouth.Technically, French kissing was a rules violation since she didn’t ask, but ... I didn’t mind. For a moment. I melted into the kiss. I groaned, my tongue danced with hers. My pussy grew hotter as I felt her futa-cock tenting her jeans. She felt ... so small compared to Candice.I broke the kiss. “We should get into class.”“Eager for satisfaction,. George, feeling emboldened, stepped up to her. “Let me help”, he slid his right hand straight inside her waistband as she held it open momentarily, his fingers curled so the backs of his knuckles pushed the crotch of the yoga pants downward and cupped her pussy in his palm. “Oh my god” he moaned, it was soooo smooth. The woman’s pussy was as bald and smooth as the proverbial baby’s bottom. It felt simply delicious. George’s cock leaked pre-cum on his thigh, the head of his cock well down. Thirty seconds after the message was dropped into this special box, a second career age man named Gauge Flippart, Flip for short, had opened it and was reviewing it. Flip held the rank of Commander, the naval equivalent of a lieutenant colonel. This was a very modest rank in a building where most of the marine generals and fleet admirals who ran things in the Sol system had their respective offices, but in this case, the rank was deceiving. As the head of Fleet Intelligence in the Sol system,.