We were to meet up at our apartment after work on Friday. The thought of Denise cumming had gave me a hard-on that I struggled with all day. I wanted ...o go into the bathroom at work and just jerk it off, but I wanted to save my massive load for the moment when Denise hit her “o”. Ooooooohhhhhh is more like it. My cock was eating zipper, but I considered it a mere exercise for what was to come. I must’ve drove 100 miles per hour to get back to the apartment. I flew into the driveway with my cock. Charles ended the male-centered awkwardness by saying, “I could stretch my legs a bit. Let us two guys sit at this end and you two women sit on the other side. It’s time for another cocktail. I’m buying this time.”Two men sat on the starboard two seats; the ladies on the port side of the plane. Prudence agreed to the move.She said, “I can’t carry on a conversation across these seats. Anyway, I want to learn more about Nicole’s business venture. If she is that good at managing start-ups for new. So. I’ve already described the details leading up to our standoff with Dana and how I was forced to take charge and kick out the boys. I’m sure Ben was disappointed that we never got to have our scene. God knows I was at the time. But it needed to happen this way.It was better for Ben to take his stand, and it was better for me to finally get a little closure over what happened between us so long ago. And it was better for Bridget, surprisingly. I might need to worry about that girl’s. It didn't seem like work at all. Instead, it seemed like an honor. I responded to her ever beck and call. I made her special treats and desserts. But best of all, we talked. We talked like we never had talked before.One day, after she had graduated to a mobile cast, she told me that she wanted to go out in a boat. She said that it had to be a rowboat and we had to pack a picnic lunch. I told her that I would make the arrangements over the next couple of days.It took some searching, but I.