He starts at my left ankle and works to my mid thigh before stopping. He then moves over to my right ankle and works his way up. This time he doesn't ...stop, he goes all the way to my pussy. I again feel the hotness emanating from my pussy as he cups it through my jeans. His hand lingers there for a while before he reaches around the front of me to slide his hands roughly over my breasts, then into my shirt. His hands roam over my bra and then he finds my nipples perking up under the fabric. One. ‘Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh…’ His hands gripped her waist, helping her, guiding her, as he felt his climax approaching, needing to relieve the almost painful pressure that had built up in his testicles. ‘Uuuunngh!’ With a loud grunt, he orgasmed, shooting his feral load into her hot, tight receptacle. The girl responded, grinding her crotch against his, and pulling frantically, at her swollen, throbbing nubbin, with her fingertips. ‘Aaaaagh! Uuuuunngh!’ The girl threw her head back, with a gasping. I never thought that someone could care about me as much as she does. I wish she could have come over with us, to make me feel better, but my parents said that she wasn’t allowed because it was a family thing. I miss her so much, she makes the hurt go away a little.’ ‘You know Matt, you are allowed to cry when you miss someone. I know that because you’re a guy, it makes you think that you can’t, or that if you do your weak, but that isn’t true. It’s normal to cry, it’s ok to cry,’ Zac said,. I didn't really do anything special. How 'bout you?"Ben shrugged. "Got home yesterday. Visited my mom. Did laundry."I gave Ben his paperwork for the day."See ya later," he said."Bye."I watched him walk down the hall, noticing again how nicely his butt filled his blue jeans. As he turned the corner, he caught me looking and I blushed and quickly looked away.I was a couple minutes behind leaving my desk to go to lunch. When I walked into the break-room with my brown bag, I was overjoyed to see.