There were easier pickings up on the third floor.The married women in the office began holding Kyle up as the standard by which they judged their own ...usbands. They demanded their men show them the same attention. All of the girls smiled when his name came up and they said how lucky Peggy was to have such a good man.Few noticed how pinched her features got when they said that. Not many saw the look of irritation that came over her sometimes when Kyle appeared unexpectedly in her office.They. She said that sometimes a simple "hello" was more than enough. Not knowing what else to say, I decided to try it. If it wouldn’t work I could always blame my friend. Tell her she was wrong. I turned my head to the girl and said: "Hello." "Hi," she replied softly. I was still thinking about what to say next when she spoke again. "It may sound a little strange, but you just looked at me as if you recognized me from somewhere. Do you recognize me from somewhere? " Okay, so she saw me staring at. " I exclaimed.It wasn't long before I felt the nerve endings in my dick ignite. I quickly shot my load all over his leather couch, he kept banging me as squirt after squirt burst out. I relaxed into him, spent. I turned to him after he pulled out of me, our foreheads pressed together, his face red. "Fucking bust all over me," I whispered, "I want you to cover me."He nodded slightly before I felt the first splashes of his gunk, hitting my cock and thighs. It was an average size load but felt so. It was Saturday. Susan was at her mother’s for the weekend. The day was his to do with as he pleased. He had a honey-do list, of course, but those tasks would take very little of his time.The long run had cleared his brain. Depression was a waste of time and feeling sorry for himself would accomplish exactly dick. What he had done was done. It was past. What counted was what he did from now on. In his despair he had considered trashing his last copy of the Master PC program. Now he realized how.