There were a couple who I could have been attracted to, but I'm afraid that my confidence in women -- and myself -- had taken a bit of a hit at that t...me.Even women I'd have flirted with -- in a friendly way -- in the past -- you know, wives of friends who I had a particularly good rapport with -- I tried to stay at arms length from. Christ, I was a single man again by then, and I wouldn't like a mate to get the idea that I actually might do a "Phil Turner" on him. Shit, let's not go. She folded her right hand around his cockshaft. She held him, squeezing, delighted at how his prick was throbbing.She took a slow push-pull."Ahhhhh!" he groaned."Is-is this right?" she whimpered."Yeah! Do it faster!" he gasped.Laura didn't really want to do it fast, though. She was having so much fun that she wanted to make his handjob last as long as she could.Obviously, from the way his prick was pounding in her palm, that wouldn't be very long at all.She was bending over his groin, her cute. Then he recalled that someone he didn’t care for had recently taken leave to go to San Finzione and groaned.“Allaine? What happened?” He asked eagerly, his hope for something bad apparent on his face. Helen walked past the chairs and sofa to his desk, shoved some papers off it, and sat on the corner.“Shut up and don’t move!” Helen commanded him in French before he could say anything. “Yes, I’m here to speak to you about Luc Allaine and his problems with you. He’s not a complainer and I think. He laughed back, planted a kiss on my face before lying me down on the sofa and running upstairs. I quickly got up and followed him but the bathroom door had closed before I reached him. I slumped down outside the door and waited. He opened the door after a minute, “Sorry, sweetie,” he said, giving me a quick hug from behind and helping me up. After using the toilet, I came out to discover my boyfriend perched on the end of my bed. “You seem to be sitting on my bed. Did you get lost on your.