My right hand, completely of it's own accord, moved to the front of my jeans and began to lightly rub and massage the area. As Mr. Baker increased the...movement of Mr. Brown's head, I increased my own movements. After several minutes of watching, I moved my hand down my pants and underwear and began to touch my hand to my engorged clit. As I began to flick it back and forth, I heard Mr. Baker actually speak. "Oh yeah, Matthew. Suck that cock. Take it all baby." I jolted slightly at the words.. You’ll complain to everybody you know and make them feel miserable, too. Then your friends will stop being friendly and instead of being just plain miserable you’ll be miserable and friendless, a bitter old maid. But it’s your life. You can make it better. You, as in Sam. The one standing here with the well tanned body. It’s a free country, and you can do whatever you want to do, wherever you want to do it, but the only one who can make it happen is you.’ ‘Well, I like it here.’ ‘It gets hot in. Carla was used to guys ogling her body, she knew she had a hot body, and she dressed in clothes that showed off her tight ass and her sweet tits. But this handyman, his name was Victor Bigg according to his name tag, wasn’t shaved, his hair was stringy and unwashed, his nails were all dirty, and his uniform was greasy. There was no way he could help her get ahead in the political world. Ugh. Finally they were in the elevator. It was crowded. The professor was off to her right. Victor, the. But first I drew down the blinds in the front room and pulled down my sweatpants to reveal my plain ole' cotton boxer briefs I normally wore. I took them off quickly and put in its place I silky, deep blue, thong which rode up my ass crack so nice. Yes this was a smart decision in deed . You see I am one of those weird guys who like wearing women's underwear or panties if you will. I didn't do it because I was some tranny or I fancied myself a girl or anything of the sort. No what it truly.