The phone rang.Two ... three times.She cringed at the fourth ring, anticipating it rolling into Gabe's voicemail.Her stomach churned when someone pick...d up. "Hello?"For a moment, she couldn't speak."Hello?" the familiar voice said again."Hi ... Mr. MacKenzie?" she knew she had to say something lest he think she was a telemarketer and hang up. "It's me ... um, Bailey Crawford." Bai—Oh, hi!" She could "hear" the smile in his voice and she let out a sigh of relief. "How are you? How was. They almost made it out of the building. A uniformed security guard stepped forward to bar their way."Are you Lacey Fetterman?" he asked."She is," said Bob. "What's the problem?" Nothing," said the guard. "Her lawyer just called down and asked me to stop her. He's on his way down.Bob nodded. "We can wait a minute or two," he said.McDill appeared, jogging, his briefcase flopping in one hand."Don't you want to know what happened?" he panted, as he got to them."We already know," said Bob. "They. But alas he had something else in his mind he laid down on his stomach his face close to my pussy, slowly and gently he moved his hands up ward till only my pussy remained between his two hands. His thumbs were touching my labias, he was staring at my pussy hungrily , then he moved his thumbs up on my Labias and gently felt them moving thumbs up and down then parted them, I was watching all this with half opened eyes still feigning to be asleep. He then gently rubbed my swollen clit by his. OK, I will try to explain before I get into the story.First of all, think about the trials and tribulations of a boy going through puberty. Constant hard on at any hint of female flesh or suggestion of sexuality is the most obvious problem to any observer. All you men reading this should remember your own fantasy life during puberty. The women reading this should remember to ask that special, hard someone to tell them about it the next time they get hard. That fantasy life is most influenced by.