. well thanks Michael." How dumb was that comment she thought! The elevator doors opened and they stepped inside. There wasn't anyone else going up an... when the doors closed Michael pulled her to him and she thought he was going to kiss her again, but he didn't, he just cuddled her into his side and held her tightly as the elevator ascended up the side of the building. When the door finally opened Joyce sighed a sigh of relief, she hadn't had to fend him off after all.As they walked down the. She didn’t answer for a long time, trying to compose herself. “More?” she asked innocently, looking up at me with her big grey eyes, trying to look as cute as possible. “Aw, no baby,” I said apologetically, reaching down and refastening the clasp of her jeans with a bit of effort. “I want to save a little of this for later.” I said, holding up my fingers, still slick with her cum. “But…but I have more! I’m not gonna run out.” She said urgently, like if she said it fast it would change. This one had the distinction of being designated as. '"Dad's Chair"'. It always had the aroma of machine oil about it. Dad worked in a tool and die shop. Many times he had come home, tired from work, and had collapsed onto the chair before showering and changing clothes. So, machine oil from his clothes, transferred to the chair. Occasionally, metal filings found their way onto the chair, as well.Please remember that I was only three or four at the time, and that my perspective of size has. "The next thing you're going to tell me is that you're still a virgin," I say, gently squeezing your thighs. You drop your head, your dark hair falling in front of your face. "I... I am, though," you whisper, your chest rising and falling dramatically as your breathing gets heavier, your cheeks blushing furiously. I push my hands further up your thighs, my fingertips slipping beneath the pleated fabric of your skirt. Your eyes focus on my hands, but you don't pull away. I look into your eyes..