So was Maureen -- and the guy was running his hand under her top, rubbing her back ... I have to admit, I was suddenly jealous...The other guy came ov...r just as the song was ending. He was harder, harsher, not as polite as the other guy. "So, you wanna dance?" he asked. I could be an idiot, or I could get up to dance; I got up. The song ended, but he just held my wrist. "Don't worry about it -- I fed the box." I wasn't going anywhere -- he was holding my wrist and wasn't planning on letting go.. So, I was sure she had figured I'd hook up with Lindie and start to be happy again. She was so right. More than any of her deducing might have been. It had been so many years since I'd been able to enjoy life. That Corvette driver and June pretty much snuffed out my life.Lindie and Michelle were my Acolytes. They were lighting my life like an Acolyte would do to brighten up a church. Or perhaps back in Sherlock Holmes' time, they would have lit up the night as Lamplighters. Either way, I was in. Fuck my slutty asscrack. Make my ass bounce with your pumping cock. Ohhh, I love to have a cock thrust between my cheeks.”I started pumping quickly, I could not get enough of her ass. I needed to hump, to cum, to cum between her heavenly cheeks. She pushed back, using her cheeks to trap my cock. I could feel her pussy becoming soaking wet. She furiously rubbed her clit as I pumped between her ass valley. “Yeah! Oh fuck yeah! Fuck yes, pump that cock. Fuck my crack. Fuck it hard. Just slide in. I knew you'd say it if I didn't. Anyway, its a fairly large office of a national agency and there are several young women who also work there that I've taken some interest in and gotten to know a bit. That's what led to this whole thing happening. I had asked one, Dani, to have a drink after work one afternoon and after we had ordered, she said, "I mentioned we were having a drink and some of my girlfriends from work wanted for me to ask you a question?" Yes, being a bit of a wise guy, I.