How are you feeling? she asked, as she tossed her long hair back.Come here, I motioned, pulling her in to sit closer, and gave her a hug.I'm high, gig...ling as she talked.Would you cuddle me?Sure, said I, feeling her massive boobs nudging into my side.Where are you sore?When I pointed to my left thigh and down the leg, she asked if she could massage it for me. To make it feel better.She leaned over my lap, her arm brushed against my cock, and began to massage my leg and worked her way down. Her. "I didn't tell any of my friends about the texts from Rebecca. I knew already it was going to be a long night. I finished picking the guys up then drove to Rebecca's house. I texted her that I was outside. I was joking with my buddy Chris when I saw Rebecca walking out of her house. She was swinging her hips as she walked to the car, strutting her body. She was hot, single and about to be in a car full of guys. She knew we were all checking her out as she bent over to get in the car.Her. A real birthday celebration, one that would provide enough relish to take from his mouth the previous evening's tang of defeat. The venue was prepared, the host looking his best. The only thing missing was that single special guest with whom he would properly usher in his 39th year. She would be leaving home, he thought, at much the same time as him, heading for some venue like The Butterfly Suite over in Sterling Heights - yes, he would make that his destination too. She would have no idea of. This went on for quite a bit of the day, my being afraid to look up frommy screen. A couple of times my supervisor, Miss Johnson, walked by mydesk and had to tap at the cubicle door to get my attention. "Issomething wrong, James?" she asked. She noted that I'd not normally beenso attentive to the screen. I explained I just had to get a lot of workdone so she left me to my work.Tammie walked by just around quitting time and asked if I'd plans for theevening. I've always been interested in Tammie.