I caught a whiff of perfume and felt the swelling of a female's breast toughing me. The sensations pushed away the pain I continued to feel. A moment ...ater, the soft, gentle hand passed across my manhood. It lightly caressed my sack and then began to stroke my rod, which involuntarily lengthened as it filled with blood.I could feel kisses on my body as the hand began moving with a purpose. I couldn't help but let out a moan. I heard a whispered voice, but couldn't make out the words. But a. Her constant show off’s in front of me, her intentional bends, how the unbuttoning reached a point where there was nothing left to unbutton, her semi-nude walks in front of me after her shower. I always had my dick in hand over the sweat pants, rubbing and she seemed to love the show.Come one morning, I decided to take matters into my own hands. To make her mine. I would not wait for her to make the move any longer. She was driving me crazy.She was in the kitchen cooking our breakfast when I. What if it isn't him? She certainly didn't want anyone else to see her coming out of a gents cubicle. The more she waited the faster her heart beat. Her hands were sweaty too. She listened intently. Whoever it was had stopped walking. She reasoned that if it was somebody else they would be facing away from her cubicle so she very quietly slid the lock across and pulled the door ajar a few inches. All she could see were the boys bright blue eyes not six inches from hers. She quickly. She walked out of the room, and Tom shouted out, “Shall I close the curtains?” I thought, ‘shit,’ just then Alex’s voice came through, “When have you ever drawn the curtains? Closest neighbours are quarter mile away.” Tom walked back to a large sofa and took his jeans off and threw them towards his other stuff. He was now just in his boxers, as he sat on the sofa. It was about a minute, when Tom got up and walked to his clothes and got his phone, then walked back to the sofa. He was on his.