Weeks of observations were about to pay off.'Are you going home on foot, Karen?''Yeah, I think so. It's not far and I don't want to wait for a bus... ...Ten minutes, not longer.''Aren't you afraid to go alone?''No, I did it a thousand times. No worries. I'll be alright.'He saw in her eyes, that she wants him to offer her to walk her home.'I've got a car. I can drive you home.''Ah, I don't want to bother you, Mike...' But the corners of her mouth went up in a triumphant smile.'No, it will be a. Dirk cleaned himself up, stuffed his cock back in his pants and began to reorganize Mrs. Jensen's desk.She finally wiped herself clean, tossing her used panties in the trash; Dirk helped her to her feet. She looked down at Dirk's cock which was still semi hard and showing against his pants."Sit sit." she said, stuffing her tits back in her blouse, buttoning up.Dirk sat and pretended to be busy on her computer as she raced to the door, opened it. Sticking her head out the door she peeked around.. ”“I’d really appreciate that,” I said, instantly recognizing the name of the main owner of the Penguins.“I’ll see what I can do.”As Don Joseph had pointed out to me years ago, developing good relationships was the key to success in business. And this one might pay off with seats at a Stanley Cup final game, assuming the Penguins could get that far. The only thing I could see conflicting was that our trip to the UP was scheduled for May 25, and it was possible that the finals would still be. “Yes!” Demie performed the fist pull of success, and then saw me looking at her. “She was going to be a problem otherwise,” she said, as if that explained everything.“Time to celebrate!” she said as her clothes disappeared. Soon she was riding my hard cock to a shattering mutual orgasm.My life, as crazy as it was, settled down to a dull roar. Demie was home sometimes, away others, and Kate filled in as my anal sex girlfriend during the latter times.Monday and Hepzibah were still an item, and he.