A cupboard door swung open, and she pulled me inside, pushing me to the wall with a forceful kiss against my lips. I tasted the sharp, sweet cherry of...her lip balm and could feel her chest heaving against mine as her hand groped down the front of my jeans and her tongue wrestled with mine.She pulled away from my lips and began unbuckling my belt and loosening my flies. "I've seen you staring at me," she breathed in a cut-glass accent, her wide hazel eyes burning with a violent red lust, "you. Wait please while I transfer you." Good afternoon, Valmai Wilson speaking. Can I help you?" My name is Clare Gillard and I wish to speak with either Sir Peter or Lady Valerie and I know neither of them is in the office but it is urgent and no! you can't be of assistance — its way above your pay scale and I suggest you contact them to pass on my message and if, perchance, I don't hear from them within ten minutes (and Clare's demeanour changed as she snarled) I'll come down there, tear your. I didn’t know why but it was a “why not?” My parents didn’t breathe a word about sex to me. A friend had taught me about masturbation. Pat had well developed tits and we lay on our sides pressed together. She didn’t kiss me or I would have maybe gotten the idea. I didn’t make any moves so she took charge and pulled my hand to cup her still-clothed tit. Her hips pressed against mine which still had a flaccid organ. I followed directions, many non-verbal.Gradually our clothes came off and I got. I didn't ask. You don't imagine it's a GUY?" We have gay friends," Dan said. "Doesn't squick either of us out. Why're you worried?" Just that HE didn't elaborate."We made a quick run home, had an after-action 'action' followed by a shower, then got back on the road. The schedule was a bit tight, but doable.We pulled into the parking lot. Dan called Ed's cellphone."We're sitting in here at a table, waiting," Ed said.We walked inside. The 'friend' wasn't a guy. The 'friend' was a teen girl,.