Barnard as he left the office.Dana walked over and closed the door. She looked at Malcolm for a minute trying to think of something to say, but yet ag...in she couldn't think."Well, this is very ironic. There I was afraid that I wouldn't see you again and now I find out that I work with you in the very same office." said Malcolm, his hazel eyes twinkling.Dana knew if she stared at him much longer they might end up in the floor replaying their act in the park. She had to get back to work, she'd. This made my juices flow so much I was sure they were going to run down my leg. While still sucking my tits he reached down and fingered my clit and with the other hand rubbed and squeezed my ass cheeks feeling me up all over. All the while his cock was pressed against my leg.I couldn't wait any longer and turned my back to him and bent over, placing my hands on the table."Fuck me now you big hunk of a man. Fuck me with that big pole of yours. Make me cum with it over and over."I was shorter. But he couldn't concentrate, he was thinking about his dream he lookeddown and could almost imagine his breasts, the ones he had in the dream,and for a second he could've sworn they were there. But he justcouldn't, he rolled out of bed and into the shower. Hoping the steamwould ease some of the tension he had in his shoulders, he let his mindwonder again. Before he knew what was happening thoughts of the fullplump breasts and soft smooth vagina tucked behind that soft silky redthong were. "Honey. When I was younger, I worked as a disk jockey and took side jobs working in clubs spinning records for dancing."I let this one sink in for a wee bit, but I could tell she was having trouble with the relevance factor."One of the clubs that I worked at was a gay bar. The 'clientele' were told that the disk jockeys were straight and I was left alone by all of them. A man in the club never propositioned either my partner or me. I'm a man that is comfortable with my own masculinity; it.