‘I have this weekend and part of next. Then I’m home for at least a month. I don’t want to leave without seeing you again.’ The way he said he... wanted to see her made Julie’s heart beat a little faster. Did he really mean that? Was there something more to this than sex? Did he… dare she even think it, want to be with her? And not just in a sexual sense. Was he interested in something more than fucking Julie and sending her home to her husband? Julie had to admit that she had found their kisses. I let him cum between my tits after I blew him, just to reel him in a bit harder. I know. I can be pretty dumb. Do we think that workplace hookups are better or worse than workplace romance?Don't worry, I'm being careful with my feelings (and his). I promise I won't get super involved way too fast and to bring him home with me this time. You all liked having another dick around for that week, though. I'm not saying it wasn't weird, because it was. It was just also a one hundred percent. I paused for a few moments to enjoy the picture of an average sized, older black man standing by his car door, and he was stroking an unbelievably thick cock that was about nine inches long, and the best part was a set of large, low-hanging balls that must have been the size of plums. All of a sudden I sensed that Calvin must have stepped from behind the cabinet door, and he was looking over my shoulder at the picture.After a few moments of awkward silence, Calvin said, “Nice pictures. Do you. There was a fine sheen of sweat on my skin; the cotton sheets that had once been cool and crisp were now stifling as I listened, tortured, as my sister fucked herself with that damned toy. Glaring at the digital clock on my night stand that read 1:23am I cursed. There were two choices to be had: one- I laid here the rest of the night with my rock hard cock miserable or two-take care of it myself and jack off. There really was no comparison. Tossing the thin sheet aside I pulled down my boxers,.