Uska karak lund mujhe paresan kar rha tha.Uska mota lund meri gaad ki darar se puri chipak gae aur me edhar udhar dekhne k liye hilne lagi.Varun kabhi...kabhi meri boobs ko bhi press karne laga es tarah hum dono ko hi masti mil rahi thi lekin hum dono ko fir se ek ladke ne pakad liya aur hum dono ko us room se bahar aa gaye.Varun mera haath pakad k mujhe school se dur le jane laga.Meri dil ka bura haal tha aur meri galla pyas se sukh si gae thi.Me varun ko rok nahi pa rahi thi aur varun mujhe ek. ‘Black, I like my coffee black.’ ‘Good choice, I’m ready for a refill. Can I get you a cup?’ He asked. ‘That would be great.’ She replied, assuming that he would direct his secretary to scurry to the conference room next door to procure the java, as the prior jerk and the VP would have done. ‘Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back in a jiffy.’ Steve said, moving out the door to get coffee for both of them. A jiffy? That was a word her dad used. How old was this guy, again? He didn’t look that. ”“For sure,” Alex replied.“And, think about someone who looked like La Verne Cox being required to use the men’s’ room.”“That thought has crossed my mind. None of this has anything to do with safety. It’s all about oppression.”“Oh, for sure,” Logan agreed. “It’s a smokescreen. They’re playing to the base ... the fundie crowd. It would be different if these politicians had a trans person in their families.”“That would make it personal,” she added.“I don’t think I’ve ever met a trans person.”. One that started off small but soon I couldn’t ignore. It spread to my ass hole, nipples and lips. It felt as if even the cool air in the room was enough to stimulate me in these areas. The more stimulated I became the more sensitive I became, like a viscous erogenous cascade. More-so than just the physical sensation was my mindset. My grief and despair was slowly being overtaken by something else, pure lust. I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about sex, more specifically cock. It suddenly.