. was that the glistening of sticky moisture at the tip?Just as I feared.Before I could return to my chair, Denise patted the couch and said, "you can...'t see the tv very well from there -- sit over here. There's lots of room."How could I protest? Without a word, I turned and sat at the other end of the couch from where she was -- about 3 feet separated us, but even as I thought this in my mind, she rearranged herself with a half-turn, bringing one leg up and leaning back into the corner, and her. " I do not!" Kristin hissed, blushing. "Tom, please..." Kris," he said softly, "trust me. If you play for these people you will not regret it." OK," she sighed."Play the Pathetique," he suggested. She blew out a breath, nodded, and sat down at the piano. She brought her hands to the keys, and began playing.Kristin didn't notice that the room completely hushed when she started playing. She didn't notice Shawna, sitting at Warren's table, hiss out a "My GOD!" answered by Liz saying, "Yeah, she. The kisses, so soft and sweet at first, became deeper and longer. Our hands began to explore our bodies, mine cupping her ass, kneading and squeezing the full round globes. Hers along my chest, rubbing my small nipples. She delighted in making them hard, licking and kissing them. Taking her hand, we walk to the couch, sitting side by side. My arm around her shoulder, her head resting on my chest. Soothing comfort is sometimes so simple. We talk about the weekend, how we thought of each other. I smile shaking my head “no Im not on anything’ I reply back ( im hooked on you, I want some of your medicaines ur my d**g and I want to be ur junkie, is really what I wanted to say but due to working in the same place and me not wanting a sexual harresement I instead bit my tongue and begin to turn all kinds of red, here we go with this turning red thing. ‘vanessa, you can’t tell me u are not on anything, you are too hyper if this is you ‘huston we have a problem’ she makes a statement before.