Even our manager was in a corner kissing one of his cashiers and massaging her boobs, while his wife was sitting on the lap of one of my co-workers, h...ving her own breasts fondled.Matt and I were standing along one wall, just off to the side, listening to the music, drinking, and watching all the action going on in the party. I was standing with my back to Matt, leaning up against his chest, with his hands slipped inside my halter top from the sides, squeezing and pulling on my unfettered tits,. Meekly, heclosed the store and led me to a small restaurant two blocks away,where he normally had his dinner. On the way, I told him who I wasand how I identified him."I have no interest in 'outing' you, if you do not wish it," Iassured him. "But I do want to talk to you about your poetry, butfirst of all, I want to find out about Leah."JohnER's eyes clouded over, he leaned back in his chair, and seemedto enter his own private world. Then, slowly, he began to speak."It was at Oberlin. Barefoot and shirtless, he leans forward, and kisses her passionately, her bright blue eyes opening widely as she accepts Johns hungry kiss. Brooke slides her hands along his sides to his back, pulling him close, and deepening their kiss. Sliding his hands along her silky skin, John reaches her small, lacey underwear, and reluctantly breaks the kiss, to pull her sexy undergarments off, throwing them haphazardly on top of his shirt. She starts to unbutton his pants, as he stares at her body,. Alright, if you insist.” I was wondering what was bothering her, even though I knew it wasn't her first time acting this way. She obviously had something on her mind. What does she have on her mind? Oh, well, not gonna pressure her I'll just wait till she tells me. When the match was done, Emily looks at me, getting off a bad expression. “I was dealing with my father this morning. He keeps bitching at me about what I am or what I should do. Oh, about the fact that you're a tomboy? Yeah, and it.