Opening the door, there was Brian, looking handsome as always in his classic khaki pants, boots and dark green shirt. He was counting up the safe, but...managed to look up and smile slightly and say hi. He hardly ever speaks, but when he does, its heaven sent. After I counted my drawer and headed back up to the front, plopped in my register and did my thing. Soon after, everyone had left and it was just me and Brian: him at his designated main counter and me at the front. I could always watch. I think it cost him fifty bucks it was crazy.I tried to duck him because I had borrowed a book from him a while back and I left it in the Union and hadn't been able to find it. He asked me about it every time I saw him. Like he ever picked up a book. What did he care anyways, but he always had to ask meWell, I was almost home free, just opening my door when I heard, "Hey Johnny!"Yeah, Johnny, That's me."Hey Bollman how's it going with you.He didn't even have to ask I just closed my door and. "You just never noticed them," Cissy said. "But I have. They've always looked at me that way. If we wanted, we could get fucked by every one of them." Somehow, it just seems they can tell," Pam said, ignoring Cissy's suggestive grin. "It's like they can read our minds or something. I tell you, they know we've been fucked." Maybe we're walking funny today," Cissy said. "I'm still sore as heck from Jeff's torpedoing." You always walk funny," said Pam. "And I'm not walking any different than. So I leaned in and slowly licked over her thigh where Dan had cleaned his hand. When his taste exploded in my mouth I suddenly realized how painfully hard I was as my cock jerked roughly against my jeans. I let my tongue trail down her thigh over the juncture of hip and leg and onto her pussy, lapping up everything I could. Her taste mingled with his and soon I was eating her out, thrusting my tongue as deep into her as I could, chasing every ounce of his flavour in her. I was so lost in my own.