Her fingernail circled his nipple, sending chills down his spine. His penis was now pulsing against his thigh, uncomfortably trapped in his shorts. He...squirmed in his seat. Mrs. Ridgeway's eyes glanced down and saw his predicament. "That looks very uncomfortable." she whispered, "Here," she said and boldly reached down and grasp his hardened penis. "My, my!" she gasped when she felt his pulsing shaft. Shawn jumped in his seat and almost climaxed as he felt the warm and soft hand of the pretty. And now here he was, after a restless night, facing down someone who was a bit more distinguished than he would have expected. The early 20's leader had slick black hair and was dressed in shirt and tie and khaki combination."What I mean, Mister Benson, is that there was nothing out of the ordinary at the party last night. I should know, I was there when your… 'friend' arrived with Mr Alexander, and I was still here when she left, albeit a bit underdressed," Mercer gave a half smile, testing. There really was sooo much more to this… the eye contact was never so intense, the kisses never so deep and wet. Everything about their coupling this morning was telling Julie that the fantasy was becoming reality. All those nights of falling asleep with Greg, waking up with him… hadn’t she wanted that to be her real life? And now… wasn’t that where this was going? Wasn’t Greg, with his lips, his eyes, his thrusts and moans, wasn’t he telling her the thing that she was so desperate to hear?. You ought to come with me let’s roll tonight and find you some new man that’s going to tap your body right.’ ‘Nah, I don’t think so, Michelle –’ ‘The hell you’re saying you don’t think so. Girlfriend, you best not do anything thinking from now on – let me be the one to make that for you. Since that bastard thinks you’re less than nothing without him, then you might as well go on out tonight and let him hear of it through whichever grapevine he’d heard that thrash from. How about you and I hook.