At one point she turned over and she spread her legs further than before. She asked me if I could put some lotion on her back. My already hard erectio... leapt at the thought of it. I did my best to reposition myself as I wandered over and kneeled on the grass by her. I swear I could see her smirk as she gave me the lotion and rested her head on her arms. She began to ask me about the girls in school. I answered as best I could, far more interested in what was right there before me as I rubbed. He could only imagine what he might have been tempted to do if he had gotten her back to his office. The thought of her alone in his office with him made his brow bead up with sweat. If she only knew what kind of fantasies he had about her that involved his office. They usually involved her being naked on her knees on the floor of his office with him kneeling behind her, her lovely ass spread out in front of him. Or another favorite was her spread out on his desk, her legs wide open, her. That’s why we have all of these stupid wars. Men have been thinking with their dicks for millions of years. They are incapable of acting outside the control of their own testosterone. Women are the true politicians. A woman doesn’t let her face show any emotion other than the one she wants it to show. We can dial up an emotion designed to achieve whatever goal we need. For example, if I want George to do something for me that he doesn’t like to do, I can use my ‘I’m upset with you’ face. . I was shorter than him, blonde hair, 34C breast; an average hot woman. We entered in an old building and walked to the lift, he pushed the button, but lift wasn’t working. “Fuck! Not again… we will have to use stairs,” he said and I followed him. His room was on third floor. I entered in the room after him and looked around; there was a small bed with a night stand, a chair, an old cupboard and some other furniture. Adjacent to the room there was a small kitchen and the other door was for the.