The three of them were a little old for college guys -- how the hell did that happen? -- but a couple of them were fun, and they had some good times b...fore the surf went flat and they decided to head north.It had been not quite ten months and a couple lifetimes since Scooter had been in Wesser. The NOC sales room seemed to be strange indeed, something out of a dim and distant past. There was some college-age girl working there who said she was going to work out the month, then take off and. Well, I hope I sound confident, actually I’m as jumpy as a cricket with bottled-up nerves.It’s most of an hour before they come back. I try to sit down and read something, but I can’t concentrate at all and I keep getting up and pacing around and then sitting back down and then getting up and ... It’s a long hour.Irving’s face is unreadable when he brings Hugo back. Before I can ask how it went he looks at me. “All right, girl, your turn,” he says. “Come on.”“Me? That wasn’t what we. Not that I’d say anything. I needed the job too badly and he was paying me quite a lot to keep his house. His dinner was waiting in the kitchen, so I didn’t expect to see him for a while. I hummed softly to myself as I bent over to reach the base boards. Hands settling on my hips startled me into giving a small shriek. I turned, surprised to see him standing close beside me. His jacket and tie were gone, his shirt untucked and the top two buttons already undone. A faint five o clock shadow. The smell of the sweat of his groin, mingled with masculine musk, was simply intoxicating. And the feel of his hard, throbbing a manhood against the side of her face, gave her a heavenly thrill. Seized by a lustful frenzy, she reached for him. Slim fingers closed around the upright cock, and she held her man in a firm grip, tightened her fist, clutching him with a surge of possessive urgency. The words “cock-sucker” floated into her mind. She gave him a quick yank and he groaned, and his.