"Are you horny?" Oh yes.” I rubbed my dick through my pants."Want to go in the back room?" Sounds good."In there, I dropped my slacks and shorts and...perched on the edge of the desk. He knelt and, taking hold of my erect dick, he proceeded to lick it all over and around and up and down, sort of treating it like a lollipop or an ice cream cone. His other hand was busy fondling and caressing my nuts. My dick leaked pre-cum and he lapped it up, squeezing out more to savour. His lips teased my. Pickles—I managed to make up a few. There was nothing like a pickled cucumber on the grocery website. The meat and eggs and dairy products were artificial—no animals involved. Eggs came in a carton and were poured—except for the ready-made "hard boiled" eggs. The latter made passable deviled eggs. I had a variety of sweets ranging from fresh fruits to cookies and cakes. There was more than simply assembling the lunch—I needed something that would hold the food without the food falling apart.. K. and we both had plenty of orgasms, sometimes simultaneously, but something on both sides was missing, the spark was just not there. For some reason there seemed to be a barrier or barriers. But then again I have never been romantically involved with anyone. For my part, I kept thinking how I really wanted to be a sensuous female making love to Susan rather than trying to imitate a macho male.We then went through a phase trying to set each other up with all our single acquaintances but that. ."Strangely, it was the best advice I could've given Aiden. He might'veloved Alana, but everything I knew about her told me she didn't love himback. I mean, if she did, there's no way she would've done what she didwith Bryce - which made me question whether she even really consideredMonica a friend.On top of all the horrible things Alana had done that I had to try andclean up, I'd been spending the entire week lying to everyone I knew - myfamily, my friends, my boyfriend... even Sara. I hadn't.