Besides, if he was going to spend an hour with her in this hotbox, he might as well try to enjoy it.He leaned back against the wood paneling of the be...nch behind him, letting the sweat flow. It was kind of cleansing in a way, the heat permeating his muscles. He could feel Kofe’s eyes playing across his naked body, his musculature accented by the warm lighting of the room as it reflected on his wet skin, giving him a distinct shine.He wondered what she must think of him, what about him was so. This was Sex City!!But they had a mission, and her pussy wasn’t really recovered anyway. Sophie got dressed and Effie did too, back into their jeans and trainers and tees, then they asked the girls to show them the stairs to the floor above.When they got to the top there was a landing with a door off to either side, but both doors were locked. It was obvious, really.Actually Sophie had been thinking it was crazy that some kind of high-powered off-the-wall research seemed to be going on in this. And then I think. Sometimes it’s the guy I had a huge thing for in high school. Sometimes it’s my ex, he was great at head (I taught him everything he knows). But often times, I like teachers. Something about a guy that reads a lot just gets me going. I picture him drinking coffee with scruff and a dress shirt. He’s got a book in his hands and glasses on his nose. He’s hot because he’s intelligent. He’s older than me but not enough that we don’t share experiences. That’s when my hands start. I knew for a fact I was a better dancer than my ex-best friend ever was: at six-three he was too tall to ever be all that good a dancer. The thought made me smile.I perused the crowd. Most of the women were with guys, but a few were just hanging out like me. Well, maybe not exactly like me. I pushed my JD back an inch or two from me and made to walk over to a girl, woman, sitting at a table by herself. She was nice looking though a little on the chunky side, not fat, just, well, chunky.She.