A feeling of frustration hovered over him even as he wiped the stray jism off of his faithful old magazine.Jacking off simply is not as rewarding as t...e "real" thing, John thought. Not exactly a Nobel Prize winning discovery.In the Watson's upscale neighborhood, four garages of two large duplexes backed up to a common driveway. The broad strip of concrete functioned as a playground for young children and an unofficial commons area for the adults. Across the drive from John lived a young airline. As the evening went on, Jim was pleased watching her dancing with many there. He saw her dancing sensually with the woman that had been in the limousine earlier. As she looked at him, he motioned her to sit on his lap. She moved through the dance floor and obliged with a smile. He slid his hand up, started to finger her hairy pussy. She leaned in to him panting as she felt hands at the nape of her neck and her hair pulled her back. It was Elle, the woman in the limo who started kissing her and. As Cath turn the first card there was a knock at the door – I scrambled and pulled my pants back on – at the door was Nicola – she was a year older than me and lived back-to-back with me and I really fancied her – can I play with you lot – yes we said – Cath explained the game we were playing and that Ben had a big willy and mine was really smooth & soft but it did get hard – Cath continued with her go and she too got it wrong so it was her time to ‘flash’ we went to the hall – Cath lifted her. Gerald no doubt wishes I DID ignore him though. Why? Well because I make his life at work a misery, basically, with the way I treat him. Gerald HATES me.Giggle.I caught him ogling me one day, a while ago, when I was in a fairly wicked mood, and I decided to have some fun. I got up and strolled over to his desk, stood there smiling down at him."Question for you, Gerald," I announced in a voice loud enough for the other guys to hear."Whhat's that, Amber?" he stuttered."Why are you staring at me?.