" the person in white whispered. It was at that moment that I knew I was about to be very dead. "Besides the old men wanted you to know it was coming....All of a sudden the person in scrubs began to shiver. I knew the signs well. I could only hope that what was about to happen, wouldn't happen. It didn't help the person in white collapsed across my broken body. I wanted to scream in pain, but I also wanted James to have a chance to take care of the mess."Who the fuck is this," I asked him as he. ..". She glanced down at my perfectly clean but glistening cock. "Phew! I thought...never mind! So, this is what Bridget Jones was supposed to have done, eh?!".We lay there entwined, warm, sticky and panting for a couple of minutes."Uh oh!", she said, getting up quickly and running rapidly to the bathroom closing both doors behind her, followed shortly by the embarrassed giggles of someone realising that what goes in usually has to come out!The door opened after a couple of minutes - "I'm going. My scars didn’t matter. I didn’t need a stupid six-pack of abs for you to bounce a quarter on. I knew all of this yet felt more than an ounce of trepidation. ‘Emma,’ you spoke softly yet had a grin on your face. I met your gaze. ‘You’re not breathing again. One fell swoop, ok? It’s coming off. I want you.’ I silently nodded my head as your hands grasped the hem of my top and began to pull it upward. Suddenly, I grabbed the fabric, frantically pulling in the other direction. ‘Emma…what…?” In a. The moment our pubic hair interlocked, it was like two old friends out for a day on the town. After that, I simply pushed her face down into the quarterly report book that needed a careful check for errors. Trying to be as quiet as possible, we rocked the solid wooden desk humping like crazed university partygoers away from home for the first time letting off some repressed sexual tension.It was one of those sessions that paused only to experience deeply-felt orgasms and we helped each other by.