‘Hold on.’ I went into the lobby looking for Nikki. She finished her cell phone call then looked up at me expectantly, ‘Hey Brad.’ ‘Can I t...lk to you in private?’ I knew she would take the bait. Nikki always jumps at the opportunity to spend private time with me. My office was the main location for our encounters. I can’t even count the number of times she has stayed after hours and let me fuck her on my couch, in my chair or over my desk. ‘You know you can.’ She was a flirt, as usual. I. We went to Sarasota High School together, lost touch through our college years because we went to different universities, and then reconnected at our five-year reunion last fall. It’s kind of funny because in high school we wouldn’t have given each other the time of day, and now we’re kind of an item.”Nancy teased, “Define ‘kind of an item’ a little further?”“Well, we’ve been dating a couple of times a week, I think we’re exclusive, and we are really enjoying hooking up with each other. I’m. Then after placing the kettle on the stove, she moved towards one of the armchairs scattered around the room. Immediately I saw she had set the gas too high, and yellow-tipped flames danced along the sides of the kettle. Although I'm a brainiac, I have an autistic nature, and the simplest of things can irritate me. I stood up and adjusted the stove. The flames turned blue and disappeared beneath the kettle — instant gratification.Glancing at my flatmate, I saw her watching me with interest. I. Although she was a Mormon virgin before I had sunk my super-sized schlong inside her, Brandy’s fiending for my johnson had caused her pussy split to somewhat stretch out over the months that we had been together. Because of this regular wear, moist slapping sounds began to be a more common occurrence during sex with the passing months of regular use of her whisker box. These sounds often caused Brandy to feel embarrassed so she occasionally diversified our regular fucking with alternate.