Once there she leaned over slightly then with a quick and very fluid movement of her hands whipped the plastic g-string down the poor man’s legs and...motioned for him to kick them off. Troy did as he was told and instantly felt just so much more comfortable. Carrie then extended her right hand out to Troy’s dick and began stroking it and rubbing the underside of his balls. Troy soon had a full blown stiffy that everyone was looking at and with everyone knowing what was going to happen very, very. "Arlene, I don't think that's such a good idea," I said hoarsely."Why not," she snapped "You're already trying to divorce that bitch. You've got to move on sooner or later and you'd be stupid to turn this down" she said running her hands across her breasts."Yep, I would be," I said "But right now, I'm still married to her and I told you not to call her a bitch. Next time you forget, as much as I appreciate your hospitality, and the fact that you probably saved my life, I'll walk or crawl out of. "Now, a fotze is a fotze in any language, I mean, I'm sure an Italian um, cunt would be the same as a German cunt." Or an Australian one," I chimed in."Or even an American one," she said. "I guess you know all about those, or at least one of those." Hannah!" I exclaimed. "I haven't, well ... Look, I'm not going to talk about what I may have done with Lori!" You don't have to tell me," she said. "Besides, guys bragging about their exploits turn me off. But you and Lori are good friends, and. ”“You and I have something in common.” she mused, grabbing my hand.“Yeah, we’re both here.” I quipped, wondering where she was going.“We are both going commando.” she replied, and brought my hand under her skirt.I felt bald lips and my finger dipped into the slit. Moist folds separated and my finger ran over her clit.Taking my hand back, I said, “I think I figured out that favor I owe you.” and sucked her juice off of my finger.“Good” she approved, stepping back to her desk, “I need not explain.