She turned, looked at me then her mouth dropped. "OhmyGod! You really are sleepin' with Beth! I thought I was imaginin' things. Figured you'd tell me ...hat was goin' on if I said that. Alex tell me you ain't..." I swallowed hard and tried to think of something to say. "Alex, lie to me. Say something."I opened my mouth and still no words came out."Oh my God, boy! Anybody find out, they gonna kill you! Are you crazy! What, you ain't got enough girls chasin' you?" It just sort of happened." I said. Then he tosses the shirt onto the couch and takes her hands, pushing them down to her sides before tilting his head slightly to look at her chest. “Very nice,” she says. “Very nice indeed.” He lifts one hand to cup one of her breasts. He isn’t mauling it or anything, just holding it as though weighing it.Tabitha gets irritated. “I know men like tits, but I mean come on, you’re fucking gay, yet you still seem to get pleasure at looking at them and trying to touch them.” George likes them just as. I could not manage a single rational thought let alone focus on three. I did what my body desired and let myself become lost in this feeling he was giving me. As his hand slipped into my jeans I moved to give him more access, my legs spread wider, one resting over his. Wanton was never a word I used to describe myself until today. His fingers began to circle my clit and I melted. My right hand was gripping my desk keeping me anchored in the reality of the moment. My left hand roamed his chest.. ‘I understand. Thank you for considering it. I’ve had a difficult time trying to find qualified people for this project. Taking it all the way across the country seems excessive, but I’ve seen the work you’ve done on other cars on your website, so I’m hoping that this might be my chance.’ ‘I’ll look forward to seeing the pictures. If you can, send them to me, Valentine Keating, at the email address on our website. That will save both of us some time.’ ‘Thank you, Mr. Keating. I’ll look forward.