We only stopped asking things about each other when a song came on the radio that one of us really liked and wanted to sing.While I didn’t stare, I ...oticed that almost the whole drive she had turned her body towards me with her left leg mostly in the seat and right knee up so that I was getting an unobstructed look at her pussy when I turned to say something to her.Well mostly unobstructed. I don’t count any of the times where she was rubbing her clit or was getting her fingers wet by pushing. " You wouldn't, like, tell me off for wearing really short skirts to the office?" No." Would you prefer it even? Cos you'll get to see loads of my nice legs then, won't you?"David was feeling ever more sordid. But he didn't give a damn. His cock was stiff as a peg. He hadn't had an erection like this since ... well he hadn't."They are nice!" he blurted.This caused Mercy to have another fit of the giggles. She was finding it increasingly difficult to keep any semblance of a straight face.She. I was fascinated by them. I went back to his back and moved to his waist. It was almost as small as mine. It seemed as though he had taken muscle and layered it on. I moved down to his butt. I almost flooded my panties. I grabbed both cheeks. I'm kneeling on the floor looking at this perfect butt. You could bounce a quarter off of it. He is standing with his legs apart. I see his testicles hanging down and I reach underneath him and grab them. I have never known a man who would let me explore. Right. Sometimes being bigger than the guys has advantages. The work area gave me mixed reactions. Many did not react all, costumed characters likely being common. Of those that did react, it was mostly, "You go, girl." The flustered flunky probably contributed to that. Several fingers pointed, so it was easy to find the way, to a point.The pointing directed me to a hallway. There was only one suitable door, but I hesitated and almost did not open the door. It was a defining moment. When I.