"He needs to interview you." My apartment?" Kris looked obviously curious. "I have an apartment?" You live in New York City," said Connel. "Everybody ...here has an apartment." And he didn't say I did anything ... wrong?" Are you SURE you don't want to talk to me about whatever it is that's eating at you?" asked Mitch. It wasn't his interrogator's voice he was using. It was just one man asking another man if he wanted to get something off his chest."It's complicated," said Kris. He thought about. . ' Your legs spread slowly, lazily, wide apart body opening to me, I move my head between them, you feel the now hotter licks and sporadic firm kisses caressing, pressing your inner thighs crawling upwards, the thrill press of the previous kisses cumulative combining like a slow slide of thin pleasure feeling flowing below you, till i move and edge closer to your hot throbbing cunt.Suddenly you feel my warm mouth lips clamp over your dirty hot cunt, tongue Sliding on your cunt lips, curving. I grind myself into your thigh again as I come up for another make-out session. By now my panties don't have wet-spots, they have dry-patches. I'm so turned on that my juices are running down my leg, and leaving a pool of my nectar on the cushions. As a result of my grinding on your leg, I leave a trail of my girl-cream along your leg, letting you know just how turned on I'm getting turning you on. I whimper my lust as my labia rub along your thigh, but this isn't about me. We've been. He wore his usual outfit, white t-shit and tight bulging jockeys. I said Hi as I passed his room, and he called me back. Sticking my head in his room, I asked why he wasn’t at the kegger, and he told me he had hurt his back playing basketball that afternoon. He had done a couple of joints in hopes of relieving the pain, but no luck. He reminded me that I knew how to handle muscle pulls (I had been a trainer/student manager for my high school’s football and baseball teams and had some first aid.