I work up and down. You are moaning lightly and I look to the side and I see the woman's legs right next to the stall door. I know she is looking in o... us. I say nothing to you but keep sucking your clit. Your head goes back and you tell me you are cumming. I aim your clit at the tissue and you explode into it. I look at the door and the eye of the woman is glued to your exploding clit. I quietly unlock the door and whip it open, grab the woman by the hair and drag her into the stall. You have. Even though he'd lived alone for several years now, he still hadn't mastered the trick of doing decent cooking for himself. It wasn't that he was a bad cook, because he was a good one though results were usually on the plain and wholesome side, but it was too damn much trouble to do it for just himself. Thus, dinners usually consisted of nuking some hot dogs or a TV dinner, or stopping off at the Chicago Inn. In recent months, if Vicky happened to show up before he got around to eating, she. Sensing my plan, you try to maneuver your hips away from my hand, but my fingers follow. "No, you can't get away that easy," I say. We stand in the middle of my living room, mutually masturbating each other, while staring deep into each other's eyes. Neither of us willing to blink first, neither allowing the other to retreat. I hear your sighs turn to moans, deepening and get louder. I groan, and grunt, holding back my own climax. You feel your arousal escalating. I maintain the pressure on. James said regretfully. "It's ok Dr., I'm just playing with you, I like to play around... safetly, hahaha" I was already trying to flirt with him, I can't help myself sometimes. Regardless of what man is in front of me it seems. I love to flirt! Dr. James was just looking straight at me with his mouth slightly opened, emotionless then gave me a big, shy smile which relieved my thought that I might scare him. He rolled his stool up to me. His head was at the same height as my chest as I sat on.