She was upset at herself for allowing her night to be so long. She knew that she would have to bite the bullet and do what had to be done. She had the...keys to the office. She was always the first one in the office anyway. She figured if she got there early no one would even know.The sound of the alarm at 4a.m. in the morning punished her ears and exploded in her brain. She woke up with a massive headache and a hangover that wouldn't quit. She had no time to fool around or try to make herself. .10 I felt a bit sorry for him, the guy behind was pulling up his pants, he shed the condom and threw it on the bed, then he went out followed by the younger guy, I picked up the still warm rubber and looked at it, the seminal fluid filled the bulb at the end, I stared at it for a few seconds, that could have been inside me, would I have come if I had felt it shooting into me?, I threw it into the bin after tying it and put on my thong and skirt, I also put on my bra then decided to leave off. She asked me till this time you haven’t touched a girls boob. I told yes my girlfriends but it was over her shirt. She asked me if I used to masturbate. She asked me whom do you imagine while doing that. I gained some courage and told her that you and my girlfriend, mostly you because I am seeing your cleavage almost every day. Then she asked me if I would like to have a fucking session. I told yes. Then she stud up and kissed me on my lips, I was also drinking her lips our tongues were. Uncle Chuck was the polar opposite, he was glacial, as cool as they come — and as stonily deliberate and predictable as any glacier you’ve ever walked on. Maybe he was too cool for his own good, because in the end he didn’t embrace change. Very few do, especially men like Uncle Chuck. Change, like time, is a predator. Change is patient, steady, waiting and ready to line you up in it’s sights — and pull the trigger — whether you happen to be ready, or not. Maybe that’s why, I think, he tried to.