She looked down at her wet blouse that was plastered against her full breasts. She felt a chill run up her spine. Had she been looking at his face, sh... would have noticed the corners of his mouth curling upward in a slight smile.FOREPLAYHe kneeled down in front of her. Now they were almost the same height.Melinda was looking at his face again but there was no hint of emotion or intent.“Please, let me go,’’ she said in a quiet, calmer voice. If he understood - and that was doubtful - her words. Dodd and I are usually the last ones out due to our seniority, and some evenings he comes in to my office for a so-called daily run down, where we discuss the day's business. He often stands behind me looking over my shoulder at some paper work, his hand on my shoulder feeling my bra strap through my blouse. Of course I know he's just peering down at my tits. I don't mind, in fact I'm flattered that men, and women like my body so much.One such evening, a little while ago, I was feeling rather. A few things surprised me about male masturbation. Unlike girls, they do it just one way: a constant up-and-down motion, and they never touch their nipples. Sometimes it's mesmerising to watch seven of them do the same movement and rhythm at the same time. I was surprised to find it takes just as long for them to orgasm as us. I thought they would just get off straight away. They also make no noise when they finish apart from breathing a bit heavier.The most fascinating bit is I never knew boys. ...................................................................................................................................................................................... "Honey, can you take out the trash? I asked you to do this 2 and a half hours ago!" Ugh. The life I live. The name's Raymond, but you can call me Ray. I'm 26, and the woman you just heard whining about the trash is Hana, my girlfriend of 7 years, and recently turned fiance. She's 25, and we met in college. Well,.