I check on my keyboard tray, under my desk, but alas, nothing. I’m a bit disappointed, but perhaps I have everything I need for the event. My office...has this annoying habit of holding a potluck lunch on the fourth Friday of the month. Not being particularly domestic, I usually bring a veggie tray or hummus with pita chips. As I unwrap the veggie tray and the ranch dressing, Steve and Jason walk over. ‘So,’ Jason says. ‘We hear you have a secret admirer.’ I roll my eyes and vow to kill Mark. The. His hips bucked, and ass clenched tight. "Filthy ass-whore," he panted, collapsing over her prone form. They laid with legs entwined, bodies heaving for several minutes. He rolled onto his side.Julia turned her head, sliding her tongue in his open mouth. They kissed passionately. She pulled back after a while. "So good, baby. Next time tie me to the bed and strap her vibe to my clit." You like that?" Dean caressed her hip. "We'll practice and get everything perfect." Mmm...I wish our Livy Slut. I've always been 'big boned' wearing plus size clothes and most of all have always thought of myself being a very feminine male. That aspect has always been the easiest for me to accept, yet, kept me vulnerable for the lifelong branding of me as 'a very fem fag' as some use to say. That being said I knew that by winding my way through the channels and by-ways of my mind I would eventually be able to see how I really looked once the meeting took place. Not too long into the journey after. The way she was sitting, however, caused it to fall open, revealing an expanse of silky thigh I was all too familiar with. I set to with gusto, stopping to stand a few times to refill my mother's wine glass. By the end of the massage, she was wearing the lopsided smile of a happy drunk. Although it was not part of the plan, it was a happy development; as my mother wobbled to her feet, she stumbled forwards into me. She laughed, slurring only slightly as she asked me to "be a gentleman and help.