.."Mia was balling through her chattering teeth. She was moaning and whining incoherently, not able to say anything.My hands slipped from Mia's sides ...onto Chyler and Amy. I gripped the sides of their stomachs the same as I did to Mia. I jolted slightly as the cold of her skin shot through my palms and into my nervous system.Chyler's tear streaked face looked up at I; "I don't want die Mr. Pierce!" I know," I said reassuringly. "Let’s get out of the house--quick!"Arguing with my own head, I let. " John Rosselli has hit on every unmarried woman in this office, both you and I included." Kathryn interjected."That's true," Angela agreed. "But both you and I know that John doesn't have a fragile ego that would make him come up with a bullshit reason as to why he didn't score with the lady computer genius. He gets turned down a lot, but just goes on to the next possibility."Kathryn had to agree with her friend. Like too many men they knew, John thought he was god's gift to women. If it. Anyway, just about every Friday night, my friends and I would hang out at Absinthe, the local Goth club. The cover charge to get in was cheap, and they didn’t serve alcohol, so a twenty year old like me could get in. That and the fact that it was one of the only two clubs in the entire freaking state that actually played real Goth music (with an occasional smattering of Industrial, Punk and Dark Wave) made it pretty damned appealing. Perhaps unsurprisingly, Rachel was also a frequent patron of. It must have been quite the sight, as I could almost swear that I heard Jon take in a short breath. Before I stood up, I ran my hand up the inside of my thighs to my pussy and drew a finger down the length of my exposed labial punctuation allowing the end of my index finger to disappear in its folds. I felt incredibly sexy. Although it would have been nice for Jon to join me in the shower, I was enjoying his watching me even more. ‘How is a man supposed to go to work with his wife showering.