Underneath were a pair of red panties embroidered with a white anchor on the front, and a blue bra that clearly showed through my shear top. It wasn�...�t the most daring outfit, I had to admit, but I couldn’t help but feel it was a little too inviting for my boss. It was hard to believe that thirty-five-year-old Noah had felt me up only this morning, leaving me breathless and wet, but I could feel the resulting tension in the room. I had enjoyed it, and was looking forward to pushing the envelope. ” “Hold on. Don’t cum. Don’t cum. Fight it,” Sarah directed, even as she increased the tempo, rubbing her wet fingers against the now purple skin on the head of my manhood. “Too late. I’m going to cum,” I said with a grimace of pain and pleasure. Sarah slowed down and stroked my entire shaft, until I shot a long ribbon of cum up along the middle of my chest to my chin, and then another ribbon, and another, until cum was flowing out in little spurts over my stomach. “I love to make you cum,” she. She told me to lie down, turn the vibrator on low and gently massage her stomach and thighs while she continues reading.I remained standing just inside my door. I don’t want to upset her. But I really don’t want to do what she’s suggesting.Finally, in a voice that’s far too meek to be very convincing I said, “I don’t feel that way about girls, Jill. I don’t want to have sex with you. I’m already afraid of what I might have done to our friendship.”She smiled at me and said, “Don’t worry, silly!. I groaned as the mounting pleasure almost reached “critical mass.” I warned I was about to cum, and she started giving me the fastest sockjob I’d ever gotten. I came all over her socks. I groaned and smiled with the feeling of release. I almost burst out laughing when I looked down and saw the condition of her socks. The pink cotton was stained creamy white, but Michelle didn’t seem to mind.A few minutes later, I was laying on my back with Michelle’s petite body riding my penis. Her tight, pink.