I hear Kimiko give a cry out of pain and suddenly I feel more pressure on my dick coming from the other side. My brain must not have been working fast...because I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what’s happening.“Oh shit Tara go slow it’s very tight” Kimiko says through her teeth.Then it dawns on me. Tara is sliding something into Kimiko’s ass and judging from the fact that both her hands are on Kimiko’s hips, Tara is wearing a strap-on. Holy shit my girlfriend is about to get tag teamed. I think of the boxes of condoms and organic cotton tampons in the cabinet and am embarrassed, but he does not seem to notice, or if he does, pretends not to. He reaches in and feels the pipes, humming softly to himself. Suddenly I am aware that I am not wearing a bra under my thin cotton blouse, and I wonder if it’s obvious. He closes the cabinet and stands. ‘Yeah, it’s done. I’ll replace it.’ ‘Thanks.’ I maneuver around him awkwardly and lead him into the kitchen, where I busy myself with. Her mother, Mili, was similar but shorter and broader. A cartoonist would draw her shoulders as wide as her body was long. And she was quite fleshy in a mumsy way. She always wore a pink cap pulled down over her eyes, which were further guarded by big, square glasses. And she had this pair of bright blue shorts of some soft, stretchy fabric. Not lycra and not tight, just stretchy like t-shirts are. She always wore these shorts too, and I found myself half-wondering if she washed them a lot or. It was an incredible release and didn't really dissipate all of the feelings for her. I kept thinking about her for days.Susan was stationed in the same town as the office, so I had the opportunity to see her on an occasional basis. Each time, my mind shot to thoughts of being intimate with her. To my consternation, she started to have feelings for one of my office coworkers. Jealousy jumped all over me, making me start to resent that she was there. I still found her attractive and still.