" As far as you can tell from what your colleagues discovered, there were no new innovations made, and no new markets explored. Even more bizarre, one...of your close friends, Susan Carmichael, after investigating SoftFirm has quit her job at GenPost to work for SoftFirm as a secretary. Or as she puts it, a "managerial logistics assistant."Something is wrong at SoftFirm, and your instincts are screaming out to you that there is a story here, something big. You have three goals. Investigate and. “Oh that’s nothing, someone was just, slurping on their drink.” Simon looked down at me furrowing his brow.A naughty thought started to form in my head as Simon continued talking to Carl. With his dick still in my mouth I snaked my arms round his hips and cupped his arse cheeks. My practiced fingers delved into the cleft, finding their puckered prize. Simon’s voice started to waver as I gently pushed a finger against his tightness.“I-It’s nothing Carl I’m, just, stretching.” Simon let out a. There was sex between some of the troops, of course, but often none---and so returning home, these young guys were practically exploding with frustrated sexual urges and desires; and the number one, overriding urge the came home with was to either fuck some woman, any woman, like crazy, or, it that wasn't a possibility, then lots and lots of masturbation (and plenty of porn to go with it), or, failing that, a blow job, and blow job by whoever was willing to give it; and that benefited me!Most. Then I switched off tv and light and went to her room. She said another room has some dust there, you can be comfortable here if you don’t mind. That was obviously a green signal for me.I switched off room light and got on her bed and laid down near her. She gave her bedsheet over me too. I got closer to her and almost hugged her and kept one leg on her thighs. She kept quiet. I slowly asked her, when did you hubby go to Europe. She said three months back. I said night must be difficult for you.