"I just want something to wear immediately; just another pair of shorts for between stores." I was pretty certain that we wouldn't be stopping at just...one location. Otherwise we wouldn't be at a mall. I didn't have a problem with the plain blue t-shirt I wore. It wasn't snug across my tighter gut and I liked that. I took her hand and we found the men's clothing. Looking through the proffered racks of shorts for a minute, I realized I wasn't sure what size to get.Renée shoved me into a fitting. She started rubbing her boobs with my dick between them and I was really amazed by knowing she knew this as well. And trust me, I enjoyed as fuck.(Point number 5 – Yeah! Her boobs were that big.)While doing this she bit her lips and gave lusty expressions and was like, “You like it huh? Come on baby. Cum on my boobs. Come on.”And by each “come on”, she increased her intensity.I loved this and I just came on her boobs. And she loved the amount in which I came.She licked my dick again and just. I purposefully ran straight at their center forward in hopes of slowing her down on her way to the ball in Rathi’s possession. She side-stepped me, which did slow her down, and I then started sprinting downfield.I expected Rathi, whose ball-control skills are second on the team only to Lissa’s, to easily blow by their center forward, though in my headlong sprint for the goal, I didn’t see it. My expectation was correct. Apparently (as I didn’t see it), Rathi deked their center half and then. As such, I had the bittersweet opportunity to spend time with her…and to learn that she had a boyfriend. I had resigned myself to the reality of appreciating Elizabeth from afar when another lucky stroke came my way. We found ourselves working late one evening. It’s an age old tale, ripe for fiction, but sometimes it’s real. Sometimes it’s real…nice. It seemed hot in the office that night, though it easily could have been my imagination…or the pheromones flying between us. We kept it generally.