" He said."Why?" I asked trying to get him to say more."Because you touched my dick and I can't stop thinking about it, I kinda want more." He said ma...ing me slide my hand in my panties and start touching myself. "So you liked it?" I kinda whimpered."I loved it, I loved how your little hand felt on me, I said I wanted more remember?" He sighed."I loved how your fingers felt on my wet little pussy." I whimpered while I started to rub myself."Oh my god." He moaned."Are you ok?" I asked while I. This night was no exception, and we were having a great time going into great detail on some of these chicks. At some point a co-worker of mine started talking with me at about one of the newer waitresses. I don’t recall his exact words, but I’m sure if you can remember that time in life, he was probably talking about how he was wanting to hook up with her, you know, talking the usual shit guys talk about when they are in a group, wasted and day dreaming. These guys knew I was a player, and. "I couldn't agree with you more and I intend to help you achieve that goal. What we need is a plan."The following Wednesday saw Ted Arnold in Atlanta finishing up a training session with a group of programmers. He was amazed at how quickly they picked up on the quirks of the new program and he began to see that his presence was not going to really be required for the entire three days. He would be able to finish up the session by the end of the day on Thursday and perhaps he could get a late. Her bowels massaged me. She brought me closer and closer to that eruption.“Damn,” I panted, stroking Becky's thighs. “You two are amazing.”“Oh, Daddy,” Sam moaned. “Ooh, you're going to make us cum. You're going to make both your daughters explode!”“Yes!” Becky groaned. I sucked hard on her clit. I fluttered around her bud. “Oh, Daddy, yes!”Her juices flowed hotter and hotter. I groaned, Sam's bowels working up and down my cock faster. Her hot, velvety sheath massaged me. I couldn't take much.