”“No problem. Anytime,” Bill muttered, staring at her nips.“But I guess we better call it a day soon, huh?” Erica asked, both of her feet fi...ding and rubbing Bill’s. “Drink up,” she cried, grabbing her drink and tossing it back.Bill complied and when he was done Erica stood and stepped out of the hot tub. Stark naked, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, she waited for Bill to get out.“Come on, Bill. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before. We’re friends, remember? Special. "I don't want money. I don't want a promotion. I want a piece of the action. I want some of what Mary Ellen's hogging to herself." Look, about this morning, Veronica, I was uptight. Tense. Big things are brewing and I'm nervous about them." Karl, I want you." Veronica's plea was as simple and straight forward as she could make it. She went around the desk and perched on the edge, her long, slim legs swinging freely as she reached down and began stroking him. Her fingers sought out all the right. I was just doing general chit chat with her when she herself raised a question about what did I like in her in the afternoon. I simply said that she was looking stunning. And her body details are really awesome. And I asked her is it a good idea if we meet for a coffee to which she hesitantly agreed. While sipping coffee we just asked about each other’s family and other bla bla. We finished our coffee and so did the talks were finished. I asked her would she like to spend some more time with. I had been nursing a hardon (and my double espresso) for the past seven minutes or so, not really believing the story, and hardly even believing that I was hearing it in the first place from this young teenager. And then her eyes in that fraction of a second tore jagged holes through my psyche, leaving me wholly cross-eyed and gaping helplessly as my mind babbled ghastly clichés and nonsense in an effort to tear my concentration away from the fantasy of having Sapphire inside of me, reaching.