I figure it was close to 100 degrees inside. I continued sucking on my beer and Mr. Jones instructed “this will be really easy. You just kick back l...ke you are, and no talking. I will do all the work, and you just do as instructed.” Odd, I thought, so I just gave a nod.Mr. Clark then walked between me and the office desk, and went down to his knees. He started by unlacing my cleats, one at a time. Then laying down flat on his belly, he pulled each shoe off, and tossed them aside. He then. Aaaah...aaaah." We lay there, glistening, our breath almost panting, our chests heaving. As she looks at me, I smile. My dark sultry eyes dancing with ecstasy. Heather knows this will end, she is not ready. She loves the sheer thought of me.As I pull out of her my cock is still hard. Heather looks at me and smiles while she asks me to please hurry. I look around the room and seeing a chair I want to continue this in, I sit in the chair thenpull her towards me, pulling her down on my lap, her. "Cool cool, later." She plunged the phone back into herpocket. "Bobbie wants to talk to me, I guess? Weird, But I guess afterthat Stacy thing she might be itching for some payback. How did she getmy number?" Hmmh. She must have gotten it from my phone." Bobbie remembered Fayetelling her the story of how Zoe got her number from Rach. She couldn'timagine this being any more confusing, for anyone. If this whole thingever shook out, there would be awkwardness on a level not seen since thelast Ice. Major decisions had to be made, reports compiled and presented and liaison maintained with senior staff as well as dealing with the police investigating Teresa’s road death. Thus guilt and grief hung over him like a hovering shroud. Then a big diversion occurred. A newspaper tip was received that four men had died underground in an unexplained accident at a local mine The newspaper threw its resources at covering the tragedy and published some amazing pictures of the grieving widows.