Extravagance was on his mind. The building was certainly a big one. Having the space pleased him, pleased his need for room to think. The one thing it...hadn't accomplished was to make him happy, or happier.Scott dried his hair with a towel and pulled on a pair of loose running shorts. Maybe that assessment wasn't completely accurate. Things could make you happy, at least temporarily. Like the radiant heating in the flooring, the warm floor made his bare feet very happy.He jogged down the stairs. She had heard them arrive home from the hospital just an hour after they had left last night. She had heard her step mother’s shock and anger with the emergency room nurse who refused to admit her daughter over a superficial laceration. She had also heard her father’s adamant refusal to schedule an appointment with a plastic surgeon over an injury not much larger than the average paper cut. So Zoe had arisen at five thirty that morning and took the quickest, quietest shower in her life. Quickly. I feel solid muscle through your thin shirt and my eyes widen, realizing what is hidden beneath your clothes. Your hands move back to slide over my ass, gripping tightly through my short skirt. I need no further encouragement, my hands drop lower to quickly unbutton your shorts. You reach under my skirt to pull my panties down and as soon as I’ve gotten your shorts down you turn me toward the benches and push me until I’m bent at the waist, holding the bench. My panties won’t go past my boots. “Are you a virgin” I asked, “No” she replied, and with that I ran my hand down her chubby belly, lifted up her skirt and ran my hand down onto the front of her knickers.As we kissed I was stroking the front of her knickers and she was moaning, slipping my finger under the elastic and straight into her wet gash she groaned. For some reason I felt sure she was a virgin. I stood up and bent down between her thick thighs, opened them wider and in pulling her knickers to one side I slipped my tongue.