George — the name I’ve given to Mayday and to which he now answers — had made a timing adjustment so the coffee would be neither stale nor cold....(For the women in our reading public, please don’t think I’m being sexist, or George is. Betsy — Nancy’s copy of Mayday — is very feminine. It used to address her as “ma’am,” but now, since Betsy is her friend, adviser, and confidante, it’s become Nan and Bets.)What’s George done for me? Not a whole helluva lot. Of course, Nancy and I are getting. She wrapped her arms round my neck as I kissed her, sating my hunger for her lips. She clasped her legs round my waist. Her flip flops dropped to the floor. I lifted her top over her head while she deftly unbuttoned my shirt, and then pressed her body to my chest, skin on skin. “This feels so naughty,” she said. “Yeah. The walls aren’t very thick. I want everyone to hear me fuck you. You game?” “Definitely.” I leaned over her, forcing her back until she lay on the desk. I unbuttoned her shorts. I almost felt a little electric shock as my palm pressed again her chest, her nipple poking into my palm. Her breast was soft and smooth… I wasnt sure if a hand could have its own orgasm, but I think something similar, at least, happened. Go ahead, squeeze, Sunny whispered. Oh fuck, I let out in a whisper as my fingers seemed to move on their own, pushing into her malleable mounds and exploring her skin. Mmmm, Sunny hummed, and the sound sent shivers down my cock and my spine at the same time…. Well, usually, we’ll do a lot of kissing, then undress each other. I’ll unzip his pants, slide my hands in, feel his hard cock, then lower to caress his balls. And we’ll still be kissing. Then I’ll slide down and run my tongue over the tip of his cock while my hands continue stroking and rubbing… He loves this, moans and grabs my hair and tries to push his cock all the way into my mouth. I keep my lips tight and let him slide slowly in, just like he’s entering my pussy. He leans forward, slides.