The woman behind the desk, a woman of about 40 with her dark hair pulled into a loose knot and wearing the black and white uniform of the Department o... Corrections, looked up slowly from behind the desk and stopped typing.“Name?” she snapped.“Kayleigh McEnany”.“You are late,” the Department of Corrections woman said “I was just about to issue the warrants for your family”“I know” Kayleigh responded, “there was a big pile up on the freeway, and I couldn’t get a signal to call”Kayleigh had been. He raised a hand to get Mike’s attention while setting down the cup of coffee.He said, “I already got you a cup of coffee, Mike.”Mike walked over to the table where Sanjay was seated. Sliding into the seat, he said, “I’m glad you could come.”“Is this one for Dale?” Sanjay asked.“I hope so,” Mike answered.He moved his wrist as though to check his watch, but remembered at the last moment that he wasn’t wearing it. He looked at the bandaged hand wondering how much longer he was going to have to. I'll find you later. I can't focus when you're all talky."Gibby puts his hand on my shoulder, "You can tell me Sam."I grit my teeth, looking at the ground, "No, I can't." I shrug his hand off. I lean back against the lockers, crossing my arms. "Just drop it Gibby."He shrugs, putting his hands in front of him, "Okay, okay. I can take a hint." Really Gibby?" I snarl."But I'm here if you need me."He walks away gingerly and I'm alone. I sigh, finally. It feels right to be alone. My blond curls. Just as I move the panties out of the way and replace my left hand with my right, I lose control and begin shooting cum into the cups of her jogging bra. I grunt uncontrollably and thrust my hips forward in spasms, each driving jab erupting in a long shot of cum. Most of the cum has missed the bra and hit the inside of the desk, fortunately, but enough has stuck to the inside of her bra that I know it will caress her nipples and breasts as she jogs the next day, slowly melting into her sweat.