Not because of the Christmas spirit, but because of the new girl sitting at the cubicle beside mine, her gorgeous figure a constant fixture in my peri...heral vision. To use the parlance of my ancestors, Tracy was a “honey.” Sandy brown hair, enormous green eyes, and a playful, girl-next-door smile that conjured images of Homecoming dances and first kisses at summer camp. Her disproportionately large breasts—currently filling out a festive holiday sweater—were so spectacular that I imagined they. ”“Feel free to enjoy them as much as you like,” she said, nearly purring.He continued to do just that while his fingers grazed lightly along the curve of her hip and snuck down between her legs.“Holy fuck, Grace! You’re dripping wet!”“This is so erotic, Mac. You’ve got me revved. Every sensation seems more intense because I can’t see what you’re doing; I can only feel it.”He rubbed his fingertips softly along her slick, swollen slit until he landed on her hard little pleasure button.“Oh!” she. David extended one in my direction and I took it from him. He pointed to the sofa next to him. ‘Have a seat, Jennifer. Do you go by your full name, or something shorter?’ ‘Jenny or Jen, if you prefer.’ ‘Which do you prefer?’ ‘Jen, I guess.’ ‘Okay, Jen it is.’ Roger spoke up, lifting his glass in the air. ‘To another semester down. And only one more to go.’ Both Roger and Shauna were graduating in the spring. We all raised our glasses and took our first sip. The alcohol burned my throat as it. Tom then told me this was the first time he had ever touched another guys dick. I then told him it wasn't my first time. He was surprised, but laughed and told me that he always suspected me. My cock by now had hardened and Tom, although obviously nervous, began to stroke me up and down. He stopped and started to massage my balls. "Not bad for your first time touching another guys cock," I said to him.I reached out and touched his dick, which was raging hard. I could feel it throbbing in my.