I went to get us more coffee as I heard her talking. I heard her say that was more than they could afford. As I came back I could see tears in her eye.... As I handed her a tissue she said they were having financial problems. She got up to go and thanked me for the coffee. As I walked her out she stopped to look at my wife's pictures. Before I could stop my mouth I said I had a lot more in my side of the house. She smiled and said she would like to see them sometime. She walked out and I had a. "Seriously, there's some decent money in the cross-country routes," he said while chewing."That's not what I mean."Mike frowned. "That fucker Harve better not have put you up to this." He glanced down as Carl took another fry. "And you call me fat." Haven't talked to Harve in a long time. Prob'ly should go and do that sometime." Yeah, tell me another one."Carl shook his head and leaned back in his seat. "Shit, what bee just made a hive in your ass?" Look, why are you gettin' on my fucking case. What was he going to do to her? Could she stop him? Did she want to stop him? Her short hairs stood up on that one. Had she really conspired with Ryan to trap herself? As he walked into the room, his robe still open, she could see that his cock was no longer standing at full attention. Although not quite flaccid, it was pointing downward, and flopping from side to side a little, as he walked over, and picked a pillow up off the bed. Even in this semi-erect state it still looked pretty big to. I thought I'd try my luck in the level belows toilet. I waited for my boss to leave then made my way downstairs, walked into the toilet and got into the only available cubicle. I unzipped my suit paints and took my cock out, struggling as I was rock hard (lonely times as I've been busy at work and other commitments made my sex life hard, no pun intended.. as well as non existent) I managed to pee without making a complete mess and started to shake, the shaking became stroking, the stroking.