” “So trouble at home then.” “Yes you could say that, but ill sort it eventually.” “Why don’t you come to my office, and we can chat mor....” before he had the chance to say anything, pat was walking away from him, so after a few seconds he headed to the office. Knocking on the door and walking inside, he found pat bent over with her sweater gaped open at the neck, providing a great view of her mature cleavage. This wasn’t the first time he had looked down her top, but this time she caught him. I'm Jennie. I'm new here," Jennie said and felt her color return to normal, but it did not help alleviate the wetness between her legs. "Oh, I know. I've been watching you," James confessed and then turned red himself. The moisture between Jennie's legs now began to flow quicker. She was now scared to actually move because she knew if she did, the clear flow of her stimulated state would trickle down one of her legs. Plus, it would soak the crotch of her joggies. It was sure to do that as well. You have treated me like shit and have taken advantage of me, abused me, basically raped me every time we were together. I’m nothing more than a toy to you, a whore. You don’t care about me, and you never have. I have no reason to want to stay with you because to me, you are nothing. All I needed was to be reminded of what things are supposed to be like. I was miserable with you, broken, nothing, an empty shell, and I refuse to go back to that. You are to leave me alone. Stay the fuck away from. She giggles a little as I feel her up. She can feel me growing against her thigh now, and gasps a little as I press it into her. I move down her neck, kissing and sucking. Her hands go to my pants, feeling my hardness through my jeans. I moan as she rubs against it. My hand wanders down the front of her panties, feeling the moist fabric. I slide a finger up and down her slit, and she chokes on her breath. I look deep into her eyes, only half lit by the TV, and see myself mirrored in her tears..