"I continued to look at her, not comprehending what she was trying to get at.Finally she sighed and said in exasperation, "She thinks you are the righ... guy." What?" I said in astonishment. "Are you kidding?"Sandy took my hand in hers. "Listen Gary, Jessica is going to have sex sometime soon. We have talked about it often. She wants to lose her virginity but she's scared." But... uh... but why me?" I asked still thinking she wasn't being serious."Well, she likes you and I really think she has. He had heard many timesthat deleted files can be recovered, and the last thing he wanted was tobe caught doing this. He'd be fired for sure.But he had little choice. The first few weeks, he went to a few sites,but after about a month he had thrown caution to the wind. The onlyproblem he had was that some of the pop ups he was getting were quitegraphic, and the spam in his mailbox was perverted.But he rearranged his desk slightly so that his monitor was not visiblefrom his office door, and. I didn’t answer, except a couple of times I pressed the decline switch. She pinged texts, she rang me again and again. I was on a motorway but not really heading anywhere, and certainly not heading home, it was no longer ‘home’ for me. I just needed to do something, anything but talk to Gina. Then she bloody well rang me again, this time using someone else’s number. I answered.“H, we need to talk—” she said.I hung up and threw the phone on the passenger seat.This was an emergency, I felt, so. I moaned. It felt amazing. Your other hand, which had been slyly tweaking my very hard nipple, slowly started downward. All at once I felt two fingers inside my sopping wet pussy. I jumped. You didn’t stop. You slowly fucked me with your fingers, never once letting up on my clit. It built up and built up so much that I could not take it. I leaned forward and grabbed your neck – biting into it so I would not scream. You kept up your slow and steady pace – building up my orgasm. I could not take.