Besides, what good would it do to ask one out if all I wanted to do was put my face in her ass? The dating pool for that kind of girl seemed predictab...y small while the pool for face-slappers much larger.Girls were like goddesses. They were gorgeous and complicated and mysterious and--- gawd--- how I wanted to fall to my knees and worship them---I mean, just totally and completely worship them.I still feel that way.My apprehensions eased somewhat after we moved to a house next to Tori and I. It caused a weird feeling. Hands started moving, up and down her bronzed body (“…how his fingers caress my skin…”) over her belly, over her lush breasts. One, then another. Short but firm grip on her neck (“…how he kissed my neck, I can feel his breath…”). Then hand playfully went back down straight into her panties. Her fingers played with her pussy. That move made her flesh creep. Gentle touches at first and then cold fingers went inside (“…how his hard dick sharply broke into my wet pussy…”). She took my cock. I had leaked a bit by now.She wiped it off from my underwear and started sucking it. Then I pulled off her sports bra and shorts and started to lick her body. But I stopped it as it was all oily. I grabbed her boobs and sucked and bit them. She was stinking. I noticed that she hasn’t bathed for atleast two or three days.Then I was ready to insert my cock in. Dhruvee stopped me, made me lie down, sat on my cock, got it in. She started the jumping game. Oh, raining outside, and. One other thing. I haven't met the person in charge of accounting. Who is that?" Well, technically, no one. Our last manager quit to take another job. That was almost six months ago. John didn't want him replaced and left it to me to make sure the work was done on time. For now, Teresa Tremonte is looking after getting the work co-ordinated and filed. She sends her information to Vancouver now. I don't know any more than that."I'm no accountant, Dex. Just like you, I'm doing the best I can.