We went back and did it all again, word perfect, including tearing her shirt open and breaking the cheap bra underneath getting to that point.Michael:...I guess who has the can opener ... has the power?Amy: (snapping her shirt back together) Give that back to me Michael?"(Hesitatingly, I threw it at her)Amy: It doesn't have to be a power struggle, Michael. Here, I'll make a peace gesture ... we share the can opener. (She picked up a can, opened it, handing me a piece of sliced peach from. Anyways, I ran to get a towel because I had to answer the door. I put on my fuzzy towel, and wrapped it around my waist. Luckily my boner was faced downward so she wouldnt know I had one. I opened the door. Hi stacey Hey baby….she calls me baby because she thinks im perfect for her daughter and she loves me and I call her mom. Whats the matter? Oh nothing, I just came to tell you that Jane is sick and she told me to tell you she wasnt going to make it to see you today. I was just out getting. ”“The simple solution to that problem, bud, is not to tell her.”By now, my rubbing his crotch had resulted in a very serious tenting in his pants. I unzipped his fly, undid the fly button and lowered his pants. Then I dropped his boxers and got down on my knees.He was indeed erect. About eight inches, I would guess. His cock was cut and thick and standing mightily at attention.I wrapped my right hand around it and started to slowly stroke him. My left hand scratched and fondled his balls. They. "I'm fine," Denise said.Karen said, "You can come talk to me if there's something going on here at the office that is bothering you." There's nothing at the office bothering me," Denise snapped."Okay," Karen said easing back a little. She didn't want to upset Denise any more."Do you mind if I leave a little early today?" Denise asked thinking that a few minutes at her apartment might help her work through her issues a little."Go ahead," Karen said.Denise made her way to her apartment. It was.