Tom sat on the side and I sat next to him. He said he could now see pretty clear in the dark and as I looked at him, I saw he was staring at my cock. ... saw that he was starting to be aroused, his cock twitching and balls tightening. I was nervous. I'd known this guy for 5 years, he was incredibly hot and masculine. If I asked anything strange, he would probably freak and tell everyone I knew.I plucked up the courage and said, "Are you getting turned on by me?", before staring at him. To my. He wants to kiss those nipples badly, pull on them just a wee bit too roughly, holding them between his teeth. Then bury his head into her cute pussy, inhale her scent, inspect her, to see how open and wet she is again, to taste her, nibble on her folds, her clit. And finger her until she squirts, like she did once on camera. Those are the things, he wants to do to her. But he will not do any of those things. He takes one more look at her and with a breaking heart he announces: 'Now, that I've. " I didn't feel comfortable calling him by his first name."I'll be right back," he said as he left the room."He likes to change into something more comfortable and then he likes to have a blowjob to help him relax. I haven't told him that that's part of your job helping out in the afternoon, but I'm sure he will be happy with the idea."I went back to my dusting and a few minutes later Herbert came back wearing a T-shirt and a pair of black silk boxer shorts. He sat down next to Janet."Charlene. Uh huh.Besides, who's going to believe you? Now fuck off, you shit-eating bastard. Leave me the hell alone. Don't you even try to talk to me again.. . .. . . Good talk . . . Shit. You forgot your coffee.HEY. YEAH, you were completely correct. Practically verbatim. Uh huh. Abso-fucking-lutely. Wouldn't. Miss. It.YOU REMEMBER your friend, don't you?Shit.What was that?Yes. Yes, of course, I remember him.There is a long string of profanity running through her head right now. Watch her face; you can.