I wanted to turn and look again but I instead kept my eyes closed and concentrated on the feeling of my fingers dancing through my own slickness. I fe...lt a slight breeze crossing my back as he moved closer.I pushed harder at my clit and thrust my hips back onto his crotch.I wanted his cock, I wanted him to fuck me and did not care where. But my long fingers were throwing me over the edge and I finally erupted in a terrific orgasm. Peter held me from behind, because my weak legs almost sent me to. She could hear his breath as he quietly moaned above her and she arched her back inviting him to do more. He pulled her up and placed her on his lap again, looked at her longingly and gently pushed a stray strand of hair from her face to behind her ear. Jon’s hand lingered on her cheek before he pulled her face to his and kissed her sensually, deeply, passionately. Shay responded with deep kisses of her own, their tongues danced with each other, their lips married and parted then met again. Jon. Now, before you get any ideas, I'm certainly not implying that everyone affiliated with that logo is nutty. But my cousin is unmistakably so. I tend to think that it is due to prolonged exposure to that gummy packing tape. Well, not regular exposure. I went to pick her up from the job one day, and caught her with a mouthful of the stuff. She'd spun around to face me when she's heard my footsteps on the cement floor, and I still don't know which one of us were more shocked. It was pathetic.Her. It was five to three when I stood up to leave my office and take the walk of shame. I decided to take the stairs to waste another two minutes as I didn’t want to come across as too eager to be fired. I checked in with Mr. McCarthy’s receptionist and she told me that he wouldn’t be long and that I’d be called in a minute. My hands were shaking as I paced up and down the waiting area and when the receptionist told me that I could go in, my stomach literally flipped upside down. I don’t know what.