"Susan got a good start on the snow removal story that afternoon – there had been previous stories in the Record-Herald on the topic, so she could p...ck up quite a bit from them – and at least thought about what she wanted to do about a relatively innocuous feature story. She was a little at a loss about that until she looked over the story idea whiteboard and saw a note about a guy who was getting in fifty to a hundred miles a day riding his bicycle around the area. That caught her fancy a. I could lean back a little and watch under the stall wall. He lowered his head and swallowed my whole cock down his throat. Just the sight of a grown man between my knees swallowing my cock was so incredibly hot I almost came but I was able to hold back. I reached under and held the back of his head and started fucking his throat in slow long strokes. When I felt I was about to cum I pulled out. I didn't want to cum until I had a chance to feel his cock buried in my mouth.I slid back on my side. Sure. If you're asking then great, let's go," she said. "Okay," Peter said, "I'll call you." He turned and headed for his bus. She wanted me to ask, he thought. I think she did. Man, she's grown! And there's whoever-she-is checking out my ass and liking what she sees. Next thing you know I'm going to have to carry a stick to keep from drowning in women! * The idea occurred to Peter at the dance: could Melanie be the one leaving the notes? It was possible. So he asked her, as casually. Brian felt her body quiver as Claire’s orgasm quaked through her. His fingers were wet from her juices. Brian put them to his lips and sucked them. ‘You taste good, Claire,’ Brian said, ‘I want more. Lie on the floor,’ Claire obeyed without question, and Brian helped her off with her uniform pants and white cotton underwear. The floor of the office was hard, but it would have to do. Brian pressed her legs apart, and knelt between them. Brian’s thumbs pressed the lips of her sweet pussy away.