"But you're not me, areyou, Marshall?" No... but..." There are no buts. You will wear bras from now on. You will never wearT-shirts, not ever again. E...pecially not these icky male undershirts. Iwill take these to the Salvation Army." Please..."Morgen pulls me into a hug. I close my eyes and feel her body pressagainst me. Her hair brushes against my face. She smells feminine andamazing. After a moment, she lets go and then closes and locks thesuitcase. I give it a long, forlorn look.Morgen. I was willing myself to keep my hands to myself in this very public area. I had the urge to touch her face and run my fingers down her neck. We rode the elevator to the third floor and held each others gaze the whole time. I could smell sex hormones emanating from her gorgeous body and it was really turning me on. Her gaze was penetrating deep into my soul. I’m damn sure she knew what I was thinking. The shiny elevator doors opened with a clunk giving me a slight start, my mind was elsewhere.. If the mission went sore, it was all that dyke's fault.Her face flushed with anger as she reached the elevator. "Well fuck them all." She said out loud as she hit the call button. "I'm better off leaving this lousy job anyway."Amanda took the elevator to the rooftop gardens instead of her room. She needed the night air to clear her head. After about a half hour, she began to regret her earlier outburst. She should've quit this job months ago, at least then it would've been on her own terms. Now. I love. You. so much” She said between breaths.The encouragement sent my face to her other nipple, and I gave that tit a good nipple stand as well. I started rhythmically pumping my hips to tell Kristen that my area below the belt needed some attention. She got the hint, and her hand slid down my six-pack and started to undo my belt. I flexed and lifted my hips to make it easier for her, and she unbuttoned and removed my jeans. I was now lying on top of the most beautiful 16 year old girl in.