She can feel the tension inside building. His slow motions stretch and massage her from within. Cassidy slides her hand between her legs, parting them...slightly and jumps when her fingers touch her clit. She shakes for a second and Greyson’s cock slides deeper, his body presses harder against hers. He withdraws and turns her around to face him, lifting her easily from the floor. Cassidy hooks her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She kisses him and lets him guide her body,. B. really knows his shit._____ Knows just enough to be dangerous._____ Only has half a brain and is dangerous._____ His coffee cup has a higher IQACCURACY: _____ Does excellent work if not preoccupied with sex._____ Pretty good, only occasionally blows it out his ass._____ Has to take off shoes to count higher than ten._____ Couldn't count his balls and get the same number twice.ATTITUDE:_____ Extremely cooperative (if you kiss his ass frequently)._____ Brown noser in good standing._____ Often. The next day I was taking lunch at a Chinese buffet near my building when a voice asked if I would like some company. It was, Janis, the UPS woman. Yes, same name as my cousin. What could I say? So I said, “sure, sit.” We exchanged small talk. She was unmarried working at getting a BS degree on line. She ate fast saying that she had little time for lunch. She used the buffets because she could eat and run without waiting for something from the kitchen. As we talked she never stopped looking. He watched her trying not to look as if he was gawking at her. She wore an impossibly tight blue dress which came only to her upper thigh. Her ample bosoms strained the material and fat nipples poked out in small hills marking the center of attention. The lacey stockings clung tightly to the muscles of the shapely legs which they covered. The spiked-heels of her shoes clicked while the open toed shoe gave him enough of a view that he could see her painted toenails. She said nothing but looked.