Placing her hand on his thigh caressing the bulge, running her hand along the length of his big cock. David tried to behave as nothing was happening t...ok a sip from his coffee cup. It was empty. Tanya sat in the vacant chair to his right, her left leg pressed against his body as her hand continued to stroke his bulge. David could feel her fingernails through the denim travel the length of his shaft and move ever so slowly on the head of his hard cock. He dare not look down. He was so close to. ‘Hey Sarah, I found these downstairs in the lobby, saw your name on them and figured I’d carrying them on up,’ Bill said. ‘Oh Bill,’ she said embracing him, ‘Really, where did you get them?’ ‘The flower shop had a sale and I just can’t resist a bargain, but hey we need to put these down here and get moving.’ ‘What’s the rush Bill?’ ‘Well, it may be presumptuous of me, but I made reservations. Would you like to go to dinner with me at…’ ‘Of course I will…,’ she paused as Bill waved a finger back. "Sorry," I said."No, don't be," she said with a smile as she got up herself. Then she took a deep breath and blew it out with a "Whew!" sound. "Hank sure is going to get some action tonight!" Hank is her husband's name. We both laughed. Kate looked down at the bulging front of my pants and raised her eyebrows. "And Annie too, I guess," she smirked.After that experience we toned things down for a while, but our restraint didn't last. About a week later Kate was standing close to me as she put. So why don’t they convert to the sisterhood of chick-lovers? As if other women would treat them better. Two lesbians live in an apartment building in my Ash Street neighborhood and the cops are always at their house because the skinny white chick is beating the big Spanish woman. Yes, you read right. Domestic violence in an all-female household. So much for the kinder, gentler sex, hey? I hate my professors, especially the feminist ones who go on and on about how men are responsible for all of.