I'd just had a huge workout session at uni, and I was totally rinsed with sweat.I went to the shower and cleaned myself off, and when I finished I got... changed into my underwear.I don't know why, but I'm always really horny whenever I'm tired. So I just lay there for a few minutes with my eyes shut, trying to let my erection pass. It wouldn't. As I opened my eyes, I saw him.His name was James. He had been the subject of many of my masturbation fantasies, I even masturbated over his Facebook. To put it delicately, Angie was a dish: a five-foot, six-inch Latina from the Northwest Side, with thick, wavy raven hair that shimmered with blue overtones when the light hit it. She possessed dark, expressive eyes and a voluptuous body that threatened to rip through whatever tight outfit she wore on any given day.That she 'overdressed' for the office, or did her hair and makeup more expressively than most — by conservative, politically-correct Anglo standards — was a given, and a delightful. Hazel hovered over her, syringe in hand. “Okay, here it comes, baby.” She slowly pushed the plunger in.Brie watched as a blob of syrup oozed out and dangled at the end of a long, viscous strand. It glided through the air until at last it made contact with her naked chest. It was startlingly cool, and she flinched slightly, but it quickly warmed in contact with her hot skin. Slowly and deliberately, her mother traced the fluid from one nipple, across her scant cleavage, to the other, and back. He was starting to feel things he hadn’t felt in a long time, every time he saw that look of her remembering what happened he just wanted to pull her into his arms and protect her. He hadn’t felt this way since… well that’s something he didn’t want to remember either, all he knew was her wanted her to be more than just a friend, but he would have to work slowly, last thing he wanted was to put her back in that hospital for scaring her or something. ‘Jeremy…’ Lisa had been talking but Jeremy had.