I reached up, cupping both of her hands through her blouse with my firm hands while the other two guys stood close and Eddie began kissing on her neck... and running his hands up and down over her body."What the fuck are you guys thinking?" Cindy asked. "This is the school, you guys can't touch me and do this to me; I'll call the principal," she said. The tone in her voice wasn't really very convincing and I figured this was part of Mrs. Lambert's act to ensure she could plead coercion against. "Man, you know how Jose is always bragging about all the pussy he scores?" continues Joe. "Ah, yeah, so?" "You know how the pizza delivery guy is always getting all the babes in the porn flicks?" asks Joe. "Ah, something to do with his twelve inch cock maybe?" Pete says. "Seriously," starts Joe, "I finally figured it out. Women dig pizza delivery guys. Pizza delivery guys get laid!" "Um, I think I'm losing I.Q. points just talking to you right now. Look, dude, rock stars get laid. Sports. Actually about fourteen years when both our husbands got tired of dealing with toddlers and became more interested in their young secretaries rather than their over worked wives. We worked it out and both stayed married but not before Cindy and I became lovers. Our husbands are both in sales and high powered macho guys. When they have time for us they are fantastic lovers. When they are busy working as is often the case, well Cindy and I have ourselves.It was a Wednesday afternoon, Cindy and I. We finally got to the front door and headed toward the elevator. I don’t usually use the elevator because it would be too easy to get caught when the doors opened up.But, I had to go with Jeni and Beth and they got on the elevator. Once the doors closed, Beth started playing with the nails in my tits. She took the heads of the nails in her fingers and pulled on them. They started sliding out, but she would push them back in again and twist them. I was so fucking wet now. My cunt was dripping.