Barstow, she drove to his office."Hello, Becky, I'm here to see Mr. Barstow," she said as the door to the elevator opened on the twelfth floor."Hello,...Mrs. Robbins, of course, he is expecting you. Go right on back," Becky said.Brooke went back to his office and knocked on the heavy wood door."Ahh, Mrs. Robbins! Come in please and have a seat!" he said, standing as she entered. He waved her to a chair in front of his desk. "Thank you, Sir," she said, taking a seat."Now then, as I said, I got. Dad was an agent for the Company as well, dying to save his fellow agents and an important witness to a series of international incidents.I worked hard to stay in shape, running six miles most days. Keeping up with Richard will be fun. I scooted over to sit close to him was easy to do.I really did have feelings for him. I barely had to wiggle my butt in Starbucks to get him going. A girl knows when guys are looking,I casually put my hand on his upper thigh, generating a look and a smile from. His messy brown hair fell forward in front of his eyes, not really unmanageable just messy in that rock star "I just woke up way". Icy Blue eyes stared back at him in the mirror and after five minutes he decided they won the staring contest and he began to get dressed.He went to change boxers and saw his friend downstairs as he put the new pair on. Fair size, 9 inches nothing to particularly brag about but above average. So far that hadn't mattered though, he was a VirginHe put on a plain black. "I'm sorry" is all I can say before the tears start. You put your arms around me and pull me close. I move my arms up your back until they are wrapped around your neck and run my fingrs through your hair. Before I can stop myself, my lips brush against your neck and I kiss my way up your throat. I hear a quiet groan as you take your hands down my back to squeeze my bum. You take my face in your hands and kiss me very tenderly. "What are you sorry about? Don't you still want this?" I can hardly.