Of course the twenty or so men who worked in the office had already had good laugh at our expense and even though they were not too happy with their r...vised dress code, they realised it was nowhere near as stringent as ours."Good luck Vanessa," Steve Bouvier smiled over the top of his computer screen.I gave him the finger as I strove down the aisle to Mr Harris' office. Steve was nice enough guy but he well known as the office lecher. He took every opportunity he could to look down a blouse or. Why write "twentyfive" when u can just write "25".It's was the start of spring brake when 5 friends desired to have a bonfire on a secluded stretch of beach.There was Sam aka Samantha Carter. She was a first read head with bangs covering half her face and the rest pulled back into a pony tail. The was very athletic watch freckles lightly peppered all over her body. Her breasts we're not quite C cups but we're very perky. Her long shaiply legs let up to a tight firm ass. Her big green eyes. "Is to be loved and appreciated." Her fingers gently cupped his bulge.He slid one hand up the creamy smoothness of her arm, along her shoulder and then under the golden cascade of her hair. Cupping her neck, he pulled her towards him. Her breathing was fast and her lips opened in anticipation. Val let his own lips brush her temple as he moved his mouth to her ear."Kurite moju trubku," he whispered. "Suck my cock, little pussy." Bringing his other hand up to her shoulder, he pushed her face down. Then Gwen shut the door on me. A wave of disappointment swept over me. I had no idea what it meant or why I was disappointed. I turned in stunned silence and began to walk to my bedroom. Gwen opened the guest room door and pranced through the hallway playfully. I turned and saw her, smiling wide, hair slightly out of place, brown eyes gleaming, and saw that she now wore her tight soft-pink panties that matched the bra, and a tight pink tank-top. She reached me as I rounded the corner to my room.