She called a couple of places to ask around. Shemight have been more panicky but for that bit of Glen's warmth thatseemed to comfort her unconsciously...whenever she started to think ofhim.That night she slept alone in just her panties.So she thought.Glen treasured every moment through the night.This only made the tragedy come morning that much worse.Upon waking, the first action Glen's girlfriend took was to take himoff. Now soiled with her essence he found himself unceremoniously tossedinto the. Just than my friend Tony walked in. I was always a little jealous of Tony. He was taller and thinner than me. He always had more girls than me. I tried not to stare. I felt like he would recognize me. Like I was jut in drag instead of completely different. Only, I couldn't stop staring. I never notice how cute his smile was or sexy his eyes were. I kept trying to get a good look at his arms and chest. And his but. And I'm embarassed to say, I even tried to see if I could make out the size of. "That would be nice.", I answered. "Do you have something for me?" He withdrew a sizable dick from his trousers and removed his hand so that I could get a better look. "Oh, please..." I cooed, "Can I touch it?"."Of course you can." he answered. "You can do anything you like".Once I got my hand on his cock, I began to stroke slowly and methodically. The soft and sensitive skin with underlying veins and muscle made my own juices start to drip from my own little cock. I started breathing heavier. So I am OK thanks very much. Girls like me are always OK, aren’t they? Girls like me want for nothing.I have a whale of a time at work. It’s great to be a pretty girl surrounded by men. I love it. Perhaps it’s to do with me being half Italian. We latin girls know what men are like and we wouldn’t wish it any other way. Least if we’re pretty we wouldn’t. We relish the attention. Well I do anyway! I know perfectly well what a serious distraction I am to my male colleagues and I play up to it.