I was told to stand, legs spread, hands on my head, while they measured me. I felt embarrassed, completely exposed to these two jock brats, as they p...ked and prodded me, wrapping their tapes around every part of my body, including my balls and dick (which quickly stood up like a flagpole). I tried to explain I hadn't come, but they ignored me, one telling the other to note that I "was aroused by being touched by men". They were rough, pulling the tape tight and moving me around, I felt like. She was still beautiful for her age and looked hot sat there in her work clothes. She worked in a department store in town and had to wear a suit top and knee lenght skirt. The thing was she was quite a busty lady and with the middle button on her top fastned her boobs looked like they were ready to pop out while she sat there. This is when the dirty thoughts started. I also liked the way she wore quite a lot of makeup. This turns me on in a woman. Mostly the glossy red lipstick. This made her. " Just hypothetical?" I sighed. "Now you're teasing me."He wasn't in love with me, I knew that. I wasn't in love with Sam either, but the feeling was there, the warm glow inside, the tightness that I loved when my stomach would knot up and my skin flushed warm. It wasn't love, but it was the promise that maybe, possibly it could happen. I wasn't stopping it. I wasn't putting up any stop signs, I was wide open to whatever Sam could make me feel and I had that wonderful curiosity, the delicious. I love the taste of your mouth and kiss you back a bit more fiercely than I previously had. It seems that this is what you were wanting, and you kiss me hard in return. You begin to move even faster up and down on me, and I know it won't be much longer for either of us.Your feet find their way back to the floor as if of their own mind, and you are no longer gently making love to me. You are fucking me hard, like a woman possessed, as it no longer seems like it is you in your body. The sounds.