Now I can see under the table. Is this for real? I mean when our eyes have met before, I have thought that this was a bit of eye catching game but I w...sn't sure. I watch her as she slowly turns her office chair left and right. My heart skips a beat when I see her spreading her legs just a little bit. The pencil skirt isn't giving away too much. She's teasing me and she knows it. I'm watching mesmerized as she grabs a hold of her skirt to pull it up a bit. I'm not sure if she is looking at me or. This is such a generous offer,and I --" Take a day. Take all the time you want, up till the game starts onSaturday, anyway."She smiled, almost in spite of herself. 'Either he's telling thetruth,' she told herself, 'or he's gotten a lot better at bluffing.'Maybe she should accept the offer, going along but watching for anytraps Abner Slocum might set in her path. In the meantime, Cap neededsome sort of answer."Thank you, Cap," she answered, "whichever way I decide. You're agood man -- and a. I felt my cock rise and touch the cold rim of the porcelain. 'Time to go, I'll be late' I thought as I forced my unruly member back into my pants. During the short tube journey that followed it hung down inside my jeans like a snake ready to pounce. The merest glimpse of a cleavage or a stocking clad thigh made it itch and twitch up. It was an almost painful feeling but horny nonetheless. I couldn't get the image of the stiff cock in stockings out of my mind.I needed to get something for dinner. A good friend of mine did custom tile work in expensive homes and the first thing visitors to my home saw as they entered was a huge 6 foot in diameter hand-laid marble ‘rosette’ on the floor in the foyer. Rather than a ‘kit’ or pre-set rosette, my friend Ken meticulously hand laid each piece one at a time; some of which were only a half inch square. Calleigh looked at it and said, “That’s beautiful!” I told her how it was done by my friend then led her back toward the kitchen where I offered.