Not at him… but at me. I looked from side to side in awkward silence. People walked by us as she stood there, staring at me with some kind of distru...sting expression. Eventually, she turned and practically ran away.I turned to Kevin. “What the hell was that?”Kevin turned to me and sported a massive shit-eating grin. “Oh, Quinn, you wonderful bastard you…”“What?! What did I do?” I sputtered.Of course he never answered me. It was clear that our conversation rattled her somehow though. Was she. Talking about this desire and being so close, he must have sensed my calm, my desire, my lust and my burning curiosity. Our talk ended with him standing up, looking at me an saying, 'come with me'. He said this sternly but softly if that makes sense. I stood right up and followed him into his bedroomOnce in his bedroom he walked to his bed and turned around. He then started to unzip and undo his pants and let them slide to the floor all the while with a cocksure smile knowing he was gonna. At 38, Mary was not bad looking at all. Her 5’4 frame contained her “C” cup breasts. She had some fat on her, but for woman in her 30’s, she looked damn good. This was the pep talk that she constantly gave herself. Although every bit of it was true; there was one area that was to blame for her not getting any dates. Mary is a divorced mother of one. Her time mostly consists of work, and taking care of her 18-year-old daughter Angelina. This leaves very little room for romance. Many men would. The desire and the wanting never left my mind. Last week Roy came over and sat in my office with me. When he stretched back in the chair, his shirt went up exposing the dark hairline again that started my desire. I looked away to avoid my pain of wanting it so bad. Roy gave me a grin but I wasn’t sure what for.Finally, I couldn’t hold it anymore so I asked, "Can I suck your cock?" Roy looked at the ceiling and laughed a little but gave no answer. I said, “Come on, let me exercise my perversion..