"Ginger Morgan to see Mr Robertson."The receptionist looked up the number and called the IT office, then looked at Ginger. "Please take a seat—someo...e will be down for you shortly."She waited for old Robertson to come down to meet her. She noticed the woman as she stepped out of the elevator and strode purposefully towards the reception desk. She was about five feet eight inches tall. Her long dark hair danced on her shoulders as she walked. She wore a white flared pants suit which highlighted. Mum had wound down her window in the passenger side of the car and I was sitting in the rear, I was ten years old.She took a map out and was looking intently at it, but I think it was insufficient for what she was looking for.Mum was in a low-cut sweater, and she called this guy over to see if he could shed any light on where we were in relation to the map.The guy stuck his head in the window and was reaching down and touching the map, which was on mum's lap. I could see he was looking down her. But we were both moving around between other people. We never were committed to just each other, I thought.” “You thought?” Lynn prodded, “How about her?” Adam shrugged. “I don't know.” He quickly added, “I did tell her that I just wanted to be friends though.” It was true. He had done so just the night before, but it was true. “She was kind of upset.” Lynn rolled her lips into her mouth and sighed. “It's difficult to tell some people that, especially if you've been intimate with them.” Adam. I just kept on going back and forth with that. Until, just from being held, without rubbing it at all with my fingers, my clit was ready to explode. An orgasm pushing out from within me once again. It had been so long. When that happened the first time, I squeezed my legs together to hold it at bay. Which itself almost made me come. I quickly pulled my legs apart. But the sheet on top of me fell down between my legs, and brushed against my clit. More waves throughout my body. Pushing me again.