I had some real life things that came up then and Ijust couldn't ever get my head back in the space to write this again!It's always bothered me that I...didn't finish it... but Exchanged,Diamond Tours, Seems Too Good, Undercover Tour, and another novel undera different pen name all ended up coming out and I couldn't do anythingwith this one! (This particular chapter has sat half-finished for muchof that time)A couple months back a new friend managed to badger me enough onanother site to come back. Please don’t take this to heart. She just needs time.”“Ok,” I said, putting on a brave face.I tried to project acceptance and reassurance, but Vicki saw right past my bullshit. She gave my arm a squeeze and then headed upstairs.Going into the living room, I slumped down onto the couch and settled into a solid sulk. I knew it wouldn’t help, but hell, I was a teenager after all. Even super DNA or whatever can’t stop the angst sometimes.It was decided that it would be best if Emily stayed with Zoe. I was going rather slowly as I wasn't used to the section and I didn't know where everything was. Before I knew it, Miss Fissler came over and said, "How are you doing?" OK, thanks I should be finished soon," Well," said Miss Fissler, "I have finished my section, do you need a hand?" "No, that's alright, I won't be long now." Then I'll be going home. Don't forget to tell security on the ground floor when you've finished. Good night."With that, Miss Fissler went, leaving me alone on the shop. Then with out a word she moved up and over my body as she mounted me and I felt my shaft sinking deep into her wet and hungery pussy as it squelched and slurped as my knob filled her streching her inner wallsas her juices coated my shaft, lubricating my cock and making it slip even deeper inside her. Then she came to a sudden stop as my cock hit the inner most wall of her cunt and then she whimpered as she flooded me like she had done on her desk.Suddenly she gave out a squeel as my knob.