I could tell that she wanted me just as much as I wanted her when she turned around, looked at me and bit her lower lip.This made my walking uncomfort...ble because my pussy became so wet it dripped juice and it rolled down my thighs. I hardly ever put on underwear and that day was just one of those days. We moved a few more steps until we were already standing by her car.I watched her raise her boot and placed the three yellow bags from the supermarket in it and closed it. She looked at me. I started to listen to the question she was asking but, I was not able to concentrate as I was getting hard, and her perfume was making the matter even worse. She was smelling like an angel.She was wearing a sleeveless black top which was displaying ample cleavage and tempting armpits. I thought of placing my hand on her thighs but hesitated as I was not aware of how she would respond.When we used to fuck, she was never this hot or dressed well. She never wore lipstick or exposed dresses as I. Griffin said. "I want you to come up with some ways to test this. We'll consider them, though we might not implement any of them. Consider this a test." How long do I have?" Until Monday afternoon." It was Wednesday, so I thought I had plenty of time. "You'll need the entire scenario: what you're looking for, how to measure it, and so on. Trust me, Shannon, it isn't as easy as you think, especially the measuring part."I thought about it on my way home. Once in my room I started listing all of. I managed to tear my eyes away, and look him in the eye. His hair was dripping wet, and he casually ran his fingers through it, brushing it away from his eyes. ‘Er, sorry, am I early?’ I looked down at my phone to check the time, and also because I could feel my cheeks blushing slightly. ‘No, no!’ He grinned and stepped back from the door, letting me enter into the hallway. ‘I’m just running late. As always.’ He laughed. I nodded, smiling slightly. ‘Wanna come upstairs?’ He asked after a.