’ ‘Or for the work you did do.’ ‘And we don’t think it was because.’ ‘We showed you our panties.’ ‘We thought maybe it was because y...u saw hers.’ ‘Or maybe because you are a nice guy.’ ‘We got to go.’ ‘We will see you tomorrow.’ They kissed me quickly and left. I sat there and pondered the whole thing. I didn’t find many answers. The girls continued to ride the bus and decorate my office. Some days I spent their whole time with them, some days I could only wave. They were careful to stay in. I pulled the fabric to the side and his large balls and cock that was slightly smaller than my own fell out. I grabbed his cock and began rubbing the head of his cock with the pre-cum as he moaned in pleasure begging me to take him into my mouth.I grabbed his jock and pulled him towards me and then pushed him over so that he landed on his back with his rod standing at full attention. I lowered myself onto his rod taking only the head of his shaft into my mouth, but never closing around it. He. While stroking it, he licked the head. Chris moaned. "Oh god yeah," he whispered. Jay continued, pulling a lubed condom out of his pocket. He had brought it just in case his plan had worked. Lo and behold it had. Chris moaned louder, his hands reached for the back of Jay's head. Before they got there, a voice yelled, "What the hell are you guys doing!?!?" Chris looked up, shocked. Jay's head shot around. Bo was standing in the doorway. He yelled again, "What do you fags think you're doing? Do. Since her divorce, Maggie had become what is probably best described as a round-heeled slut. She had even tried to make a pass or two at me, but I wasn’t having any of it, and told her so. So Maggie and I didn’t even try to pretend to get along. Gayle came home about 1:00 or 1:30am, I wasn’t really sure, reeking of alcohol and smoke, crawled into bed and fell asleep immediately. Two months passed, and Gayle had started going out regularly at night. At first it was the excuse that she had.