She stood up and hurriedly dropped her skirt and went over and stood by the door. Ron was starting to stand up and he was saying:"What the hell did yo... do that for? Jesus, that hurt. You knew what I was going to do so why the fuck did you hit me?" I hit you, you fucking asshole, because you were supposed to be my friend. A friend wouldn't do what you just did to me." Then why did you bet me that I couldn't do it if you didn't expect me to try?" You weren't supposed to win that's why. I wouldn't. " The choice is certainly yours; however a good padded pushup bra wouldgive you some nice cleavage. Now cover up before someone finds youflaunting your assets in a men's room. You're turning into a realexhibitionist." But you tore off my buttons." Are you trying to embarrass me, walking around half naked? Find thedamn buttons, hide in the stall. I'll get a needle and thread so you canrepair your blouse."As a way to close the discussion Sue reached up and grabbed each of hiserect nipples. . I bent my thumb inwards and slid it along her clit each time, and she dug her nails almost painfully into my shoulders, almost whining into my mouth. Becky was climbing fast, and seemed to have no interest in even trying to slow me down.I let my fingers pump in and out faster, and she moaned into my mouth, and I felt her thighs drawing closed. At the same time she grew even wetter, and I could feel her inner contractions growing both stronger and closer together. I now was putting all my. Stroking it softly at first, then with an increasing tempo, he was soon rewarded with a pleasing orgasm. One that brought with it the rewards of sleep and a broad smile on his face."Hey Charlie, I've been looking for you all day," David said as he walked into the mailroom late Friday afternoon, a half-dozen plastic covered comics in his hand. "I was beginning to get the feeling that you were trying to avoid me for some reason." Why would I want to do that?" Charlie said as he looked up from a.