However heresisted as this to him was a chance in a lifetime and he was eager todiscover what other illicit treasures lay among the hangers.Pausing br...efly over a shocking pink, belted short mac, which thrilledhim due to having an identical example at home he moved past the firstlocker section to the next rail of undiscovered treasures.After flicking past a denim jacket he froze as still as stone as hepushed away a navy blue left sleeve to be confronted by the apex of hisuniform envy. Before. We continued to kiss and I worked my body over one of Susan's legs. She spread her legs apart. We didn't talk and I wondered if/when she'd ask me to put on a condom......she didn't. I slowly pressed up into her and wasn't very good with my aim. I figured she might reach down and guide me inside but Susan didn't. We stopped kissing and just looked into each other's eyes. Susan just laid there stiffly as I tried to do a "hands free" entry. After a few minutes, I finally worked myself into her. The bathing forgotten, it was the hardness of his cock in his hand that captured his complete attention, as he soaped and lathered it, stroking repeatedly. His balls hung loosely as they swayed back and forth, occasionally hitting against his hand. He wasn’t thinking of anything particular, but just enjoying the time alone, comfortable with the thoughts of how satisfying sex had been lately with his wife. He felt the familiar stirrings within balls, and slowed his pace somewhat, enjoying the. My eyes left his, and scanned across the managerial office of the Wal-Mart store, as I sighed. My hand rubbed my chin, feeling the stubble that was growing, along it."The only thing I can do, Kevin, is to apologize for my actions and not to let them happen again. Other than that, what do you want?" I finally said to him, now getting seriously frustrated, both by his tone and my painful hangover."I'll tell you what I want, James. I want you out of here. I don't think faggots should be working.