He really hadn’t meant for this to happen, truly, but as Corey felt the silk smooth skin of Avery’s ass in his hand, it was hard to feel overly sorry about it either!  Looking into her eyes a little dazedly from their kiss, it took the way Avery looked from her palmed ass to his face that finally snapped him back to reality.<br/><br/>Releasing his grip slowly, one might accurately say ‘reluctantly’, Corey was nevertheless blushing to beat the band as he finally managed a reply.  “Well, it all happened very fast, you have to admit.”  He started, before gifting Avery with a grin.  “It really wasn’t my intent to be so…..cheeky.”  Chuckling at his own pun, Corey shook his head.  “It is pretty hard to feel too sorry though.”<br/><br/>He felt safe admitting that last part, mainly because Avery had not already screamed, slapped his face, called for Security, or some combination of the three.  With his hand off of her ass but her legs still draped over his lap (thankfully hiding it from view) and her face still quite close to his, Corey had no idea where to put his hand, and thus left it hovering strangely.<br/><br/>Thankfully, Avery gave him something to do only a second later.  “I most certainly do want to see them.  I hope I can get a copy and have them blown up to poster size, all things considered.”  He laughed, hoping the camera got some pretty good angles of what those last pictures contained.   Reaching out, Corey was able to grab the string of pics without dislodging Avery too badly (he was definitely in no rush), although he handed them to Avery without looking at them.  “Am I going to like them?” He asked.