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- She was worried people would notice. He noticed a small kayla-shaped face peer over her monitor for a moment and made sure to look like just another office worker, 0:25 Nice painting typing important things. Then, he heard a soft, surprised gasp as she (presumably) read his email, followed by a clickety clack of office chair body painted wheels like a small figure had just sunk back on her chair. if that wasn't enough, the muttered "fuck" told him she had read it, and that he was right. He almost couldn't hold his impartial workface up as he struggled for his life not to snicker. Would she tell the truth, or would she lie to him? She'd definitely lie, right? I mean, who gives up that kind of intimate information to a co-worker who (until two hours ago) had just been nothing more than a friendly tubby dude that made her laugh sometimes? But if she told painting the truth… He could feel his dick rising in anticipation as he waited in suspense for ten minutes or so, hyper-focussing on her. But nothing came, and he eventually had to actually get to work to finish his report before gram yelled at him. He got up to print off the report at 4:25, a good 25 mins after papa gram had lumbered off for the evening and a little bit deflated that he hadn't received a response, but when he returned, there was a folded post-it note on his keyboard. It was Jordan's turn to sneak a peak over his monitor at Kayla. She was typing up something quietly, not paying attention to him, but he did see a face paint red flush creeping slowly up her face as she worked. Jordan smiled. Looking body paint fuck over at Lorelai (who was working late as usual to make up for her tardiness) he stretched back in his chair, and was rewarded with a vision and a half. Lorelai happened to be reaching down to pick up a pen she dropped at that moment. Straining desperately against the thin fabric of her blouse for release were two of the most perfectly shaped breasts he had ever had the honor, nay, the privilege of admiring. Lorelai's breasts were at least an E-cup, and bounced seemingly independently of the movement of the rest of her body. They were barely contained by a lacy purple bra that almost perfectly matched the oeuvre of her poison purple lipstick that morning. Despite their size and obvious weight, they also somehow managed to seem perfectly perky and eschewed gravity completely, jutting proudly out like two ample peaks waiting to be scaled. Jordan's hands and dick both twitched involuntarily as he tore his gaze away, just in time as lorelai glanced over at him, smiling a polite smile, then turned back to her screen. Her big, pretty eyes widened as she squeaked in alarm and bolted upright, almost knocking her half drunk mug of coffee off the table if not for Jordan deftly snaking out to prevent its capsize, and without a word she grabbed a gym bag secreted under her desk and bolted for the elevator. Jordan blinked a couple of times in surprise, and then lost it. So much for making up for the Lorelai tardiness. Still chuckling, he looked around, and saw that the rest of the team aside from him and Kayla had also gone. He remembered bunny had a private appointment this afternoon and that Jessica, the last member of the team, wasn't here today. Still chucking at lorelai's sudden exodus, he unfolded the note. Written in bright pink glitter-pen (Kayla's pride and joy) was a triplet of sentences that Jordan had to read twice. "Sarah is too fucking cute and I couldn't help myself. Don’t tell anyone else, but I'm actually into girls and guys, and the way you two spoke to me at lunch reduced me to a helpless pile of quivery jelly. Can I please ask you some more questions after work?" I was enjoying the feeling even if he wasn't the most practiced male to work there. “But you still want to do it.” Her son Brandon was with her mother face paint and she was body paint fuck in class when a sheriff's deputy pulled her out of class to break the news to her. He deserved beautiful women to love him, just like Mommy did. Do you want to do drinks first, or do you -- what, you're a waitress and you don't drink? “You are so much like your father,” I said, savoring the jizz dripping down my tits. “Ohhh Boris!” Ekatrina cried, and quite shocked herself when she realised she was not actually faking. The couple also talked about inviting Liz’s painting parents over for dinner, that Saturday. Her voice broke down into a pitiful sobbing, her beautiful, ruined body wracked by great convulsive gasps. And her response angered body painted me. What gives her the right to say I was going to roll of toilet paper on toilet paper rolls. Tilly had entered and re entered the room several times with large jugs of water filling the 0:25 Nice painting bath and had hardly paid her any heed but even so Tracey was still embarrassed and it got even worse when Emily started tugging her slip off her and she was quickly standing before them stark naked! “ I sure would Rhiana” What time will you get here?” Because given the information you had at the time, these actions were… necessary.” He glanced at Dave over his shoulder.
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