‘Hey ba—Hey Makena. How are you?’ Marcus cursed underneath his breath. Already fucking up….He drove to his younger brother’s house to pick A...nalynne up, waiting for Makena’s response. ‘I’m fine Marcus, I’m glad you called finally. How’s Anna?’ ‘She’s fine, had to leave her with my little brother. But I didn’t call to tell you that. Honestly, I called because I missed you, because we needed to talk. Now, I know all of this is really sudden, us and then Anna. But I love her and I really want to. Kept watching her for some time and then knowing how her homely condition is, I decided to make a move.I walked over to her house under the guise of talking to her. Told her how I am lonely and everything. She was asking me what I do the whole day and me being the guy bent on getting her answered that I was doing exactly what guys of my age would be doing on the internet. Then bored with the chit-chat, I told her why I was there and what made me be there. She was surprised but folks, she wasn’t. Soon you would be topless, and my lips would begin travelling all over your manly upper body. I would bury my face in your armpits and smell that lovely musky man odour, licking my way around every inch. Next I would drop to my knees in front of you and my hands would begin touching the front of your pants, feeling the contours beneath. When they found a warm lump slowly growing towards me I would bring my mouth up to it and gently nuzzle it with my teeth through the material. This would make a. Dorothy (he reminded himself of her name) rose from her desk as he walked in and crossed to shake his hand. She was a smallish woman in a white starched blouse, with dark eyes and brown hair in a pageboy cut. She came up only to Bob's forehead, but her muscular arms added to a commanding presence. "You won't be using those shorts," she informed him, pointing at his groin, "they get in the way." She pointedly turned his back and Bob uncomfortably pulled his shorts off from under the smock. She.