"So how is it, working for Mr. Hunter?"She stood facing forward, her profile astonishing from her neck to her waist. It was a miracle she didn't poke ...omeone's eye out. "He's extremely dedicated to the success of his employees. Did you know that he takes one individual under his wing each year for special treatment." She smiled. It didn't need to be spoken. She was his 'special employee of the year.'Under his wing? Into his bed, more likely. "And what happens after the year is over?" Well, most. Sandy was the only one awake, so we talked about this and that for some time. Eventually the conversation turned to our love lives, or lack of same.I confessed that my last girlfriend had said I was a lousy kisser when she dumped me."You a lousy kisser, I don't believe it!"Well, that's what she said," I replied"I still don't believe it," she said, rolling over so her face was near mine."Try me," she said."What?" Give me a kiss," I'll give you my impartial opinion as a girl."This is kind of. She wanted more from Brad.The real show was when she climbed on top of him and sat down on his cock which was hard and ready for action. Polly spat on her palm and rubbed the spit all over her pussy. Her pussy was bare, and she made noises while pushing his cock inside of her wet pussy. She took care of everything while Brad lay on the bed.Polly eased down on his cock and made noises while getting his dick inside of herself. She slowly began to rock on his cock. She licked her lips and. She had never had a sexual experience herself, except with her own hands. She had never done more than kiss a boy, without parting her lips if his tongue tried to get involved. No one had ever touched her tits. She had only been finger-fucking for a little over six months, in fact, having discovered the pleasure almost accidentally. And she hadn't even been sure what was happening to her the first time her pussy creamed on her frigging hands. She'd been kind of scared, in fact--but not so.