It fell on the floor next to Helen’s chair. Helen sensuously looked deep into my eyes, I slowly close my eyes and tilt my head down submissively. He... eyes open wide while her fingers moved forward again as she starts tracing the outline of my cock. In a very feminine and gentle way she starts massaging my cock through my pants. She was very careful and did not apply a great deal of pressure, but it felt like she was trying to guess the measurements by creating a mental picture of my cock. What was Dawn doing here? Debbie almost laughed at his look of complete confusion.Debbie and Dawn walked quickly to each other and kissed. It was more than a friendly kiss. It would be a gross understatement to say that Jim was nonplussed by the display.“You ... you ... you... “he stammered. “You two know each other?”“Oh, Jim, you don’t kiss and tell and neither do we, right Debbie?”“Kind of hard not to now, don’t you think? Besides, it’s a great story. But, let’s not stand out here in the car. Amanda glanced around, no sign of her. She sighed, and poked her fork at that lunch day's pasta of the day. Their attempt at fettuccine alfredo made her want to puke. Like she hadn't already puked up everything she ate that day. This is positively revolting...Emma laughed, Exactly why I never eat it...Or never eat, take your pick. She, along with her three best friends, probably spent the end of most of their meals puking their guts out in the ladies' room. But then again, what Upper East Side. "Annie, what is it that you always say to me? 'If you don't talk about your problems, they control you.' It's good advice. You should follow it."Annie stopped dragging herself and rolled slightly to look at her. "I want to level the playing field. I want this to be over."She frowned. "What do you mean? You want to make Joey jealous by banging me? Is that it? I don't think that's going to work. He'll probably just find it hot."Annie's face darkened. "Emily, don't play the dumb blond around me..