That leads to what would be described by the casual bystander like this:"Well, he was sort of wiggling all around, like he had ants in his pants, and ...lapping a little like a flag in the breeze. It was the damndest thing I ever did see. And somehow he got one leg out, and was hangin' there by the other one, and then, all of a sudden he just sort of dropped. I'm tellin' you that was an ugly sound when his foot touched the ground. Makes me shiver to remember it. So of course I went over and. I swear a couple of times Veronica caught me looking and once I swear she dropped her pen on purpose. At the end of the day as everyone else left to go home and I was packing up to go home Veronica slinked over to my desk and in her sweet voice asked if I could do just one last errand for her. Being my first day and wanting to make a good impression I agreed and as she smiled and walked away her hand brushed mine. Thinking it too good to be true I passed it off as nothing. By the time I. He reached over and unlatched my briefcase opening it so that it provided a barrier to anyone in front of us. I held onto him, I couldn't let go. It was at least 6.5 inches of hot, hard, smooth, beautiful cut cock. I wanted to be the painting, both penis and lips. My head moved forward, my lips pressed against the end. He moved toward me,pushing his legs against the desk, closing the gap between my briefcase lid and his body. My lips parted slightly, I felt his cock slipping against my lips,. I took a tentative step forward, the idea of waking him up when no one was supposed to be home making me nervous. The floorboards creaked underneath me, and I stood perfectly still, my weight planted on the ball of my foot in front of me. I had no idea why I didn’t just say something and wake him up, and the idea of him waking up and finding me standing over his bed like this was positively mortifying.But I didn’t move. I stood and stared. I hadn’t really ever paid much attention to the.