“What’s the collective noun for a bunch of girls?” Clive asked Marie-Anne“Hmm? A collective noun?”“Like a school of whales, a shoal of fis..., and murder of crows”“A what? I’ve never heard that. Well a bunch of annoying, squeaky voiced troublesome over-sexed girls. Will that do?”“Not really, but never mind ... over-sexed?” He was watching a girl bending over, stretching her shorts across two lovely rounded buttocks.“I’ve warned you already, over-sexed is not good from your point of view. Just. I even told her that I love her ass and boobs and that every time she sits on my lap, I get a huge boner and just wanna fuck her, and she did blush quite a bit. I remember touching her butt as well, as she teased me.2 weeks ago, my sister returned home at 1 am and she was slightly buzzed and so was I. We ended up going till almost 3rd base till we both realized what we were doing. The next few days were really awkward but I was getting turned on thinking about my sister.My cousin, who was 26. He pulled his legs free of Dee's grip and wrapped them around Dee's waist to no doubt keep him inside him. Dee bent over and braced himself, like he was doing push ups and merely sped up like a horse being spurred on by it's rider. "FUCK BOY!!! TAKE MY COCK BITCH!" "aaaaaaagh! ... Uuuuungh! ... Fuuuuuuu! ... mmmmmuugh" "YEAH THAT'S IT WHITE BOY!" Dee took total control as he grabbed Ben's legs and pried them off his waist. He then pushed Ben's legs back and really started to rabbit punch Ben. I did this everyday for a month. And then one day I got the news.I got the temp job I cannot believe that I got the job. I would be working with him every day. I had to sit or fall my legs could not hold me.What was I going to wear / Would he like me? All this ran through my mind as I sat there.Working temp jobs is hard but I enjoy them, they never get old or boring. I have dreamed and fantasized about the man that is going to be my boss. I felt my thighs tremble my nipples grew hard my pussy.