”“But no one was closer to me than Lynn. Lynn is a survivor of a different sort and I was one of the few people at the bar who knew about her canc...er and the affect it had on her body. The two of us formed a close bond.”“A few months later, after a particularly bad night where we were both rudely hit on and pinched and accosted to the point that Mark and the bouncers had to throw out a couple of drunk guys, we went to my apartment. After an hour and a half of girl talk and wine drinking we got a. He moved himself now, kneeling slightly and put the head of his cock between her legs, his hand now free to grope at her backside and breasts. He pressed himself against her, his cock impatient to enter her. He lifted his hips a little and slowly entered her, her warm wet pussy gripping him tightly, a perfect fit. She let out an innocent moan feeling him entering, her hands now pressed against the cubicle door. He pushed himself inside using his hips, feeling his shaft getting wet inch by inch. ’ ‘Excuse me? What makes you think I want to kiss you?’ ‘Oh, brother. We both know you do. And it’s OK.’ ‘So if I lean over and kiss you right now, that would be fine?’ ‘No, I didn’t say that. I said it was OK that you wanted to.’ ‘So nice to see you can torture me in person as well as you do otherwise.’ ‘I’m thinking about watching a movie, wanna watch one with me?’ ‘Sure, what’s on?’ ‘Maybe Kill Bill is on. You’d like that.’ ‘Yeah, but they’d cut out all the bad words and the gory scenes. Any. She was wearing what was absolutely the shortest miniskirt I had ever seen in an office environment. It was a full skirt made of a black, shiny, stiff fabric, possibly a taffeta. It was very fitted at the waist, then flared out over her hips and butt, and remained out in an A shape. The hem was no more than 2 or 3 inches below her crotch. Her legs, encased in a medium shade pantyhose, were as shapely as any I’d ever seen. Short girls, even attractive ones, do not often have really nice legs,.