stanglia37 12 Jan 2023 Never Cross Arty, Part 1 London, early 1960s. Beneath its surface, the was a different world. Rose was under my desk between my legs! This woman could do things with her mouth and tongue I never thought possible. I could hear her fingers slicking inside her as she worked on me. This was supposed to be Rose's bonus, not mine! I looked down at her, the sun trying to cast its rays on her head. It would need to be a supernova to crack through the grime on the Victorian glass window. Suddenly I gasped as her tongue ran...