She said she had to “keep her hand in” as far as having sex. She wasn’t breaking any records in regards to partners and every once-in-awhile she...had to get some practice. I’m all for practicing. The next day we were going to one of the museums and sightseeing. Everyone had cycled through my one bathroom getting ready after breakfast. My buddy had made French bread French toast. I was impressed, it was really good. Anyway, this girl was flirting with me, pushing my buttons, knowing that she was. Erica seemed to be enjoying the attention her nipple was getting and began rubbing her clit with the head of Ken’s cock. Gradually she moved his cock down so that it was resting on the upper edge of her small, pink, rose petal-like inner pussy lips. She then began to rub his dick lightly back and forth over her glistening inner lips. As she rubbed, she pulled her left foot up raising her knee off of the bed. This enabled both Ken and me to see her now wide open pussy. With her legs spread. It compressed her tongue. It was awful but curiously comforting to be silenced for ever. No screams would disturb the erotic spectacle of her roasting. She wriggled tentatively, but the the rigid spit immobilised her almost completely. She could barely squirm on the shaft, but sweet sensations blossomed from her clitoris with every shifting movement.She felt the knife as an attendant reached under her and opened her belly, the coolness of the air as her entrails fell free, then a curious. I was implying—”“I know exactly what you were implying. And I’m over it,” I say, cutting her off before she can finish her sentence.I look down the hall to make sure we’re alone. I don’t want to have this conversation at work and now we’re not even in the sanctity of my private office. I know as well as anyone that what happens in an Altitude hallway definitely doesn’t stay there.“Enough jabs about Lauren. Whatever is going on between you and me, it has nothing to do with her.”I stop talking as.