Almost as if you weren’t certain how to respond to me. Or if you even really wanted me to leave. I walked over to your desk, not once taking my eye... off of you as I removed my sweater and placed it with my clutch in one of the spare chairs. ‘No games. Promise.’ Walking over to you, I placed myself between you and your desk, surprised you hadn’t moved away from me. ‘Can I just give you a kiss? If I can, I promise to leave.’ I could see the hesitation in your face. You knew what would happen. Why would anyone want to go out with someone as annoying as you? Opening her door, Lauren thought to herself, Just ignore him, hes just jealous. The problem was though that jealous or not, Peters teasing could not be ignored and as he opened his mouth to speak again, Lauren finally cracked, hurling a hairbrush from her desk inside the door at his head. It connected with a thump, causing Peter to shout with pain as she slammed her door in his face and locked it. Removing her shoes and tossing. His fingers slide to material upward. Those digits tense, pressing the bunched dress against her naked flesh. He is happy to see her panties gone, yet a little saddened because he would like to see how dirty they had gotten before coming off. But that doesn’t mean he can’t taste it.He leans in closer. Rory’s heart thuds erratically in her chest. She watches as his tongue traces her flesh along the very edge of her cunt. The sensation of cooling saliva and warm breath make her whimper as her. In this world. But one thing I will bet my life on. Every man (and woman... I won't keep repeating that) in this world has his own unique vault... his mind... that only he has the combination to. Our thoughts are molded throughout our lifetime by our genes, our DNA, our childhood, our life' s experiences. If crime stoppers could someday record the thought processes of each person, like fingerprints, they would always catch their man! But that would be Big Brotherism.But think of it, there are.