I stumble over to Tiffany and see that she’s standing next to a handsome man holding a red solo cup in one hand and Tiffany’s ass in the other.“...Hey, Max! Jared and I are gonna go have sex, so I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” she slurs.I sigh frustratedly, “What? But you’re my ride, bitch.”“I knowww,” Tiffany whines, “but he’s really cute!” she leans in to me, nearly falling and whispered drunkly, “And he has an accent, I don’t really know what he’s saying but I heard hot tub and toys sooo, yeah.. I asked for and got a little help lifting him on to the bridge.Then I followed Valerie's advice for sealing off the ship.We were alone now."Now what?" Now Jacob, we talk." About what?" You." I told him."Me?" disbelief tinged his voice. "What's left to talk about?" Your emotions for one thing. Sure they rise and fall. But they seem to always be through a cloud of depression. That's not right. Think about this. Would your family want you to be depressed all the time? Would David want you to be. But she was hot. My cock started rising.Marylou from Accounting - I couldn't help thinking of her that way - had lost her skirt and her bra and panties but had retained her thigh highs with garter suspenders. She had her white blouse on but it was not buttoned. Her hair was up but disheveled.She pushed past me and squatted on the toilet. I immediately heard the sounds of her piss against the porcelain.She finished, wiped, and flushed. She lowered her head and smiled seductively. "Aren't you. And eventually she admitted how much it turned her on to think about being with another man. She especially liked the idea of fucking another guy while I watched or listened. After a while, she was getting more turned on about it than I was. The object of much of our discussions was an Italian classmate of hers. He had tried hard to get her into bed and hit on her all the time. The first time they met, he said her tits were so nice guys must stare at them all the time. Normally she would be.