Lunch came and went with her eating a sandwich at her desk while she worked. It was well after noon when the phone on her desk rang."Annabelle Daesche...," she mindlessly recited into the receiver."Belle, it's me, Jeffrey."Hearing just those four simple words caused her heart to leap into her throat. His masculine voice made the words erotic even as innocent as they were."Hello, Jeffrey. How are you this afternoon?" I'm doing quite well, and you?"She could tell that there was a smile on his face. Cheyenne’s looked concerned as she recognized the young woman “Bridgette!”Bridgette pretended to be shocked to see Cheyenne. “When I saw the ad on Backpage I thought that couldn’t be the head cheerleader from Westchester? She is way too fat and dumpy! If I had known it was you I would never come,” she was clearly being facetious.“Former head cheerleader of West Chester,” Cheyenne put her hands on her hips defiantly.“Well, obviously, I mean just look at you, you couldn’t be head cheer leader. These plans in many cases would be used in securing final permits and local approval.A site developer was next to get the site ready to build on; trees, rocks, rubble, old buildings - all had to be removed. Once all that was done, real construction could start.Fuel tanks buried, lines run, pressure testing, environmental compliance approvals, pads poured, the building constructed, utilities installed - including wastewater drainage and in many cases ponds to allow oil and other unwanted. But her tits, holy shit. Again, I wasn’t thinking about her like that then, but I recognized amazing tits when I saw them, and these were great. About as big as they could be without getting gross and too droopy, and good shape and everything. Anyway.The recent event: Yesterday, she told me in the morning that she was going out for the whole day until 5:00ish or so, and being a teenager on summer break I figured alright, great chance to jerk off. So pretty much the second she’s out the door, I.