I was always so jealous!”“Oh! Yeah that was a fun class. Well you’ll be happy to know I dropped out right after that.”“What the fuck? No way...! Why?! You were the one person in there I knew would go on to be some hotshot epidemiologist or something.” Aw, that’s nice.“Truth is, it’s not my passion. I enrolled in culinary school and now instead of crushing patho tests I’m crushing garlic.” Did I really just say that?“You are so weird.” She said with a smile that made be believe that she meant that. ”Ray smiled thinking that’s exactly what he wanted to do to Bob’s wife. Monkey sex!! And maybe while Bob watched him. Jenny told her dad: “So I asked him if I could jerk him off again and maybe he could teach me all about sex and masturbate me. He agreed and told me to put my hand up the leg opening of his shorts. His cock was super hard again! Then as I began to play with his cock daddy he looked up the leg opening of my gym shorts and told me he saw my wet spot on the front of my. Eventually, they all blurred together. Trish worked, saved money, and wished for something better. Someone better. Any sort of love life at all.Mr. R was gay, period. Nothing there. Trish would love to fill time with Mr. Patek, or Mrs. Ortiz, her boss’ boss. Both had the firm manner and demanding bearing Trish craved. Both were also conspicuously married. That left people close to her own level in the hotel.The men, and boys, made too many advances. Trish quickly developed a reputation by. “Come on, pretty lady, give me a little beaver shot.”“Ooooo you’re just awful!“ she moaned.Her fingers told the real story, though, as they walked on her thighs, staying in one place, and the light fabric of her dress began gathering under her hands. It came to her upper thighs and stopped.“I can’t see it yet,” he said, leering.“You just keep your eyes on the road,” she said.When no one was coming, she pulled it the rest of the way up, baring her copper colored curls.“Spread your legs,” urged.