"Um ... hi," he said timidly."Hello," Sandra said with a lot of enthusiasm in her voice."Um... ," he responded and started to blush when he looked at ...andra's breasts.For a moment, they just stared at each other, until Veronique said, "Maybe, you better put that tray on the table, before you have any accidents." Oh! Yeah! I'm sorry," the boy said, while blinking with his eyes.He quickly placed the pizza on the middle of the table, and said, "bon appetit!" Thank you," Veronique said and couldn't. His words distract me, leave me dripping, squirming and on the verge of coming. Late afternoon teasing phone calls at my desk are the guiltiest of pleasures. I listen to him recount the desire to have me alone, backed up against the wall, large and masculine hands wandering, exploring the naughty panties beneath my hiked up skirt. Swallow hard, appear collected and say little to give us away. The constraints of just listening and the inability to respond with anything other than a hard swallow. .. toss a few pebbles in there and see how deep it is”.They pick up a few pebbles and throw them in and wait ... no noise.“Jeeeeesus. That is REALLY deep ... here ... throw one of these great big rocks down there. Those should make a noise”.They pick up a couple football-sized rocks and toss them into the hole and wait ... and wait. Nothing.They look at each other in amazement. One gets a determined look on his face and says “Hey ... over here in the weeds, there’s a railroad tie. Help me carry. He dabbed his eyes a bit before handing itback to her."Thanks for that Chloe. So, what piece were playing just when I camehere?" Joey asked to Chloe. "It sounded rather....sad." Chloe turned tolook at him, and replied sweetly, "Why, its Rachmaninoff's Vocalise, apiece that I was taught to play back in Paris, by a very dear friend ofmine." ending that statement rather wistfully. Joey looked someconfusion, so she clarified. "He's a somewhat famous Russian classicalcomposer from the early 20th.