There were people working in the adjacent rooms. Anyone could walk in. But with every passing second I could feel my penis filling with erectile blood... I was so hard it actually hurt and I had to do something about it. I could not walk over to the toilet. Someone was bound to see the great big lump protruding from my trousers! No. I had to do it here. I had to be quick.I grabbed for a box of tissues on Liz’s desk and swiftly broke the cardinal rule of internet use at the office. A few moments. One day he just stopped hanging out with us and didn’t return our calls.”“Dustin?” I asked. “Dustin Brady?”“How did you know him?”“He was the photographer who did a magazine layout of the basement of my house when I had it finished and the sauna installed. You don’t know what happened?”“No.”“He died in a car accident about eight years ago.”“Bummer. I had always wondered what had happened to him.”“You knew someone who was at Spurgeon?”“Jonathan Kane. Stuart nearly ran him over with his bike in. He following story is created for a very, inspiring, lets say, friend.. It does build up to a very rewarding ending, I just wanted to build up some tension before that, trying to describe a few of the many things that'd be going through my head in this scenario :) I do hope you enjoy it and get at least half as horny as I've gotten writing and thinking about it, over and over again >. “can you fuck me now” she saidI was hesitant, i didn’t know weather to let her or not, she gave me the puppy look eyes, i was laying there thinking if i should let her, after a few minutes i replied.“yes”She sprung up took her bottoms off and her black thongs, revealing her shaven perfect pussy, she then jumped back on me and pulled the cover over us, we made out for a few minutes, i slowly ran my hands up her back and round to her breast, they were at least 2 handfuls her breast, soft and.