She was fishing Greg’s cock out of his biker shorts and wondering to herself why she hadn’t done this in the past. As she got it out and began str...oking the fat organ she really couldn’t believe that in all these years she hadn’t taken advantage of this man’s gift. Her mouth watered as she pulled him toward her. ‘How could you have kept this from me,’ she asked before filling her mouth with the enormous head of Greg’s cock. Greg leaned back against her desk as this woman went to town on his. I was compelled to move a bit closer, but took the opportunity to excuse myself to the rest room. On return, I sat next to her, but a little closer. Our thighs were now touching. She didn't flinch or pull away, so I figured it was OK with her. She rested her hand on my thigh as we began speaking with each other again. I patted her hand, then rested my hand on hers. We made eye contact and stopped talking. My face only inches from hers, I leaned forward to give her the slightest of kisses. She. 'm not sure why, but when it was just Allison and I, I don't remember dreaming at all. Maybe it had something to do with the parents coming home, or being back in my bed. Whatever the reason, it seemed like as soon as I hit my pillow I found myself in the hallway outside, of all places, Shannon's room. I had been trying to think of how to talk to her but hadn't come to any real conclusions. I guess somewhere in my head a part of me thought I was ready. No sooner had I processed that image that out popped an erect penis. “Hey Cowboy, whaddya think of this” Since I had been a life-long pecker-peeper I was compelled to look. What I saw caused a reaction. Maybe my eyes got big or I gasped or something but he could tell I liked what I saw. What wasn’t there to like. Just two feet away was a hard, throbbing, handful of flesh and fiber that I found myself drawn to like a moth to a flame. It was a wonderful sight. It was thick but not too thick..