” I roll them between my thumb and forefinger, before I pinch them. I feel my juices leaking from my pussy. I redden again, knowing he can see and s...ell my arousal.“Turn and spread your legs.”I move slower because my knees are wobbly.“Now bend and touch your ankles.”My hands run down my legs until they reach my ankles. My glistening lips spread like a flower. My clit is throbbing and peeking from under its hood. I am open to his gaze. I feel like I am close to an orgasm and I haven’t even touch. He read on. “Yeah, right! She wants me to believe that this is some man's story. Whatever! No man would act like that,” Harry said, aloud. Angry all over again, he popped off another condescending email. Maybe if he talked to her like a lowly female, then she would see the error of her ways. How dare she make the man in her story so weak! Little did he know that the object of his ire lived a short way across town from him.The next morning Kelly opened another email from that ass, Harry.. She reached down and cupped my balls, playfully squeezing them. Once I was completely hard, she leaned down and took the head of my dick into her mouth. She sucked it, almost toying with me in the process. Once she felt that my dick was hard enough, she straddled my body, looking into my eyes. She grabbed my cock and positioned it at the entrance to her pussy and slowly began to slide down it. Her eyes were closed as she lowered herself onto my manhood and once the whole 8 inches was inside her. 'You have a fabulouskitchen, Jeremy,' she said.'Thank you, it was designed by Arno Lalian.''You know Arno Lalian?'I looked over; I could tell Angela was impressed. 'Yes, I do,'Jeremy said. 'Liz, I have to pull you out now, I have to add...''I'll get out of your hair,' Angela said and then laughed. 'Badpun, sorry!'Jeremy worked furiously on my hair and I squinted in the mirrorto see what he was doing but couldn't quite work it out. He hadmusic blaring and was singing along with the Thompson.