”“Work is good. We landed a big project last week, and Mr. Chambers bought pizza for everyone for lunch.”“Tell me what you girls talk about at...lunch.”“A little of everything, our kids, politics, work stuff, ... guys.”“Are there any guys the girls are checking out?” he asked.“They are always checking them out and gossiping about them,” I replied.“Is there anyone in particular that you check out?”I thought it was an odd question, but it felt good to talk to my son about something other than when. I must apologies that this story is a not a real story but meets with reality of a similar story. I am repeating this story which has been borrowed from some site which I had downloaded in my computer from some site which is not recollecting able. I have also tried to make minor changes here and there in this story. This all happened after two months of regular chatting for hours with my friend Sayeeda, one fine day she stopped communicating with me for no reason, I tried all possible ways but. I don’t know how I kept myself from coming, but I did. “I thought you are a virgin,” I said when she pulled her mouth off. “I am, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t practice.” “You mean, you and Justin?” “No way. Like I said, he couldn’t get past the dancing part. I have, you know, toys.” “Yeah. I get it. I just can’t believe that you’d have some.” “I am human you know. I have needs. If you’re good, maybe I pull some of them out.” With that, she spit on my dick, and lube it up with her hand. She. We look at each other with startled eyes. Yes, even Di for once appears panicked!“Quick, Untie me!” I whisper, but Di just stares at me, frozen.We strain to listen for the door key, but instead the door bell rings, sending the dog into further frenzied barking. We’re motionless, but realise it can't be my wife, at least. We stay quiet, waiting for the inevitable second ring, but nothing. A moment or two later I hear the dog traipse off disappointed back in to his kitchen bed."Right, where were.