.'awesome sauce' later. Do the voice. If you can't do the voice, thenthe whole thing falls through. Lee stared at his mom for a moment. Shewas smiling...ear to ear and her eyes glowed with mischief.Lee fell into the voice. Without realizing it, his hands kept time withhis words, as if they were femininely conducting them along, "Mom!" hescreeched in the faux embarrassed outrage that Cynthia would have heardfrom Karissa thousands of times, "No one says 'awesome sauce' anymore!What are we, like,. I adjudicatedthe straps of my bra. It was a dainty little affair, this brassier: agentle cyan, with a delicate helping of lace enclosing each gap. Thecashier had asked what size his girlfriend was. Had she known? My pokerface was stretched to the limit. I fed in my PIN. The clothing had beenfurrowed into the depths of the bag. And it was mine.The heat was intense in the crowding office. Under my shirt, I felt myskin flush and swell. My deep breaths pushed against the wire frame ofthe cups.I. So needy. So ready. It's already getting damp as Masha strokes her gently.Leora returns the favor. Her dainty hand pressing her delicate fingers against Masha's lilac colored silk panties. Smooth and gentle are their movements. And happy now. Both girls expressing their friendship and happiness in the best way they know how. Moaning into each other's mouth as they touch and eagerly grind themselves against the fingers seeking them out.Pulling apart now, Leora places her hand on Masha's hair,. We did not speak but we were comfortable with our combined silence and I used the quiet to look out the window and idly watch the scenery pass. I am his dirty little secret, a position I revel in. I squirmed with lust at the hold I had over him and wondered where he was taking me. Even if it weren’t the middle of his working day, he would never take me to his house. After all, I don’t think his wife would relish the thought of him stretching me out on the family’s couch and fucking me into next.