"Oh no Michele; you already knew about these pictures. I just wanted to show you how well they turned out." The real reason I'm here is to show these,... he went on, fiddling with the phone in order to open a new picture folder."The quality ain't the best; Danny's a fucking hopeless photographer; he never gets the light right, and the composition is all fucked up ... but; you get a real feel for what the subject is feeling," he laughed and pushed the screen into my face.I was horrified. There was. A new office assistant was sent out for some but instead of Folgers, had returned with Hill's Brothers (a chicory coffee - nasty stuff). Of course, he was to be forgiven. He didn't drink coffee, didn't know the favored brand in the office, and so, had bought what his mother drank.The office phones had gone on the blink. Something to do with a Taxi cab accident and a phone company distribution box a block away.Then the call from the local IRS office. They wanted to come in and look at the. "If you want to watch, come in, but shut the door." He said after a few seconds. I came in and shut the door behind me. He continued playing with his cock, massaging it, more open handed now, with his fingers rather than his fist. "You can come closer, why don't you come over here?" I did and after a tiny bit he leaned over to kiss me. His lips where open, and he tried to stick his tongue in my mouth. I didn't really know what to do, so like a deer in head lights i just stood there, mouth. "Hey, it's not funny. She is not going to believe I didn't have sex. She's just going to assume I didn't use them when I was having sex."She laughed even harder. "Why don't you just lie?" You don't know my mom. I can't lie to her worth shit."The bus driver started heading for the bus, so I got up and reached down to help her up. She kept laughing as I pushed her towards the bus.She got in the bus and started heading towards our seats while slowly regaining control. She handed bags to me so I.