Two sluts take it in the ass and eat cum

And so I sighed a cloud of resignation and began to arrange my pipets, bulbs, and vials to my liking. Before long I became immersed in my work, my mind and body smoothly coordinated in the mental and physical exercise of processing results. I had just finished the first series of washes when I was startled by the loud snap-crack of the door's seal and, with a rush of warm air, Paul entered. I was never so confused in my entire life. A thousand questions, reminders, and reprimands competed inside my mind for priority. What's he doing here at THIS hour? I can't believe my luck!! Don't act like you're too pleased to see him! Oh, Christ, he looks fantastic! Be cool, don't scare him off! Is this the chance I've been waiting for? "Hi Paul! Working late?" I managed to emit. Well, at least my surprise was genuine, and maybe the flush on my cheeks could be attributed to the cold. He couldn't have known (could he have?) how intensely I was attracted to him. The sight of him, even his mere presence affected me in a most distractingly physical and emotional way. It was like the girlish crushes I thought I'd left behind in high school, only with a more adult aspect of blatant sexuality. I wanted him -- badly.