Whatever was left on Rick’s dick would soon dry and would wash off in the pool shower. Or in the pool, if we skipped the shower.It was lunchtime. Fr...n and I carried large glasses of juice along with the makings for egg salad sandwiches.Fran went inside to heat the tomato bisque soup while I made egg salad sandwiches outside. Rick sat on the picnic table bench while I prepared my part of lunch for Rick and his Team Girlfriend. I had four hard-cooked eggs, mayo, a small onion, and salt and. Tom ground into her, his cock probing her bowels, his pubic bone bruising the base of her spine. She started to move, a churning, shoveling motion. Jack lifted his ass from the bed to press more deeply into her. All niceties of identity dissolved and they were swept into the orgasmic mood. They were in a state of pure rut, beyond simple desire or lust. There was only the gnawing convulsion of hunger for some ultimate fulfillment, some absolute release. They went on for half an hour, cresting. I want to grab your arms and pull you on top of me. But I don't. I promised.Besides, in 20 minutes my parking runs out and I'll need to move the car. I know the moment you touch me I'll lose track of time. But still, my mind wanders...It wouldn't take much, a quick tug on your wrists and you'd be falling on top of me. Your body pressed hard against mine. Would you pull away? I don't think so. Perhaps. Who knows?I'd let my hands slip under your sweater, under your T-shirt, until I could feel. In a matter of five minutes, he had marked the fraudulent lines in all three. He handed back the folders and went to the next cubicle. It took him almost an hour to get through all of the cubicles in the room. After the first three cubicles, he was being followed by a crowd of agents watching him work.When he had finished, he stood rubbing his temples to get rid of the headache. Incredulous at what he had just seen, one of the agents asked, “You’re an accountant?”“No, I’m a mineralogist,”.