I saw him hit you!”Yassi’s jaw worked as the compulsion tried to come up with an excuse. She sometimes forgot her brother was a Seer too. “I ...... uh ... it’s not what it looked like. He didn’t actually hurt me. That happened later—I was trying to move the big mirror by myself and it fell.”“I don’t believe you. Where is he?” Samir strode back out the door and looked up and down the hall. “His study?”She followed him. “What are you going to do?” This was what she’d been hoping for ever since the. He pressed the call button for number 122 and expected to here Marge’s voice. Instead the door buzzed and he grabbed it and opened it. He found a directory that told him Marge lived one flight up. He found the stairway and walked to the second level and found number 122. He knocked at the door, anxious to see Marge and what she would be wearing. It would tell him a lot about how the evening might turn out. He waited nearly a minute and no one came to the door. Then he heard Marge’s voice on an. I caressed her sex and massaged her, ran my hands through her tufts until my finger slipped into her furrow to tease her slick bud. She sighed and deftly unleashed my pants, causing them to fall and pool around my feet Our skin pressed, two bodies gently swaying flesh to flesh in the dark. A hand came behind my neck and took hold for balance, the other on the window sill. She pressed her bottom against me, my fingers now gently teasing her delicate petals as I whispered in her ear how much I. Her hand would graze against my right arm and it would send electricity of excitement down to my groin. We'd laugh and smile. Sometimes we'd be working late and get a take out of Chinese food or pizza. One Thursday evening around eight 'o clock Antoinette and I were just working in the office side by side when my eyes glanced over at her huge breasts that were about to burst out of her tight, low cut white blouse. I couldn't help being turned on. Something was beginning to grow in my skirt and.