It was a very hot summer night and the three of us were just sitting around their in the ground pool sipping ice tea and enjoying good laughs relating...stories about some of the thing people did in the office. When my co-worker started talking about the time the sales manager who's office was down the hall from us forgot to lock his door and got caught fucking his secretary on his desk by cleaning crew, my former co-worker's wife excuse herself and went into the house. A few minutes later she. I had to get away. I went to my office and locked the door behind me and sat down at the desk. I calmed myself down by counting backward form a hundred. When I reached zero I picked up the phone and made the most difficult three phone calls of my life. ‘What do you mean she’s gone?’ Adrian was shouting. ‘We need to phone the police,’ Chloe said flatly. ‘Gone?’ Was all Holly could get out. I knew they would all be at the office within the next ten minutes and made the call to security to let. Both girls eyes bugged open as the eggs buried deep in their cunts started an intense thrumming hum that sent them crashing into orgasm after orgasm. They were troopers, though, they both remained standing and only Sid’s acute knowledge of their reactions detailed the orgasms that were rolling through them. Sid switched them off, and got dressed to go out in slacks and sports shirt. He slipped the remote control in his pocket and they all got into the car. On the hour long trip to town, Sid. Saffie's mellifluous tones filter through the tumbling thoughts. "You can do this. I believe in you." She pauses and brings her hand to my face, nudging my focus to her with gentle pressure from a fingertip. "If it makes you feel any better, I could touch myself too. So you're not alone."I don't seem to have control of my senses. Mouth flaps open and closed. Mind scrambles to make sense of everything. The only thing that brings clarity is when Saffie removes her hand from mine, scooches down in.