“Get up boy!” He flopped down at the kitchen table then watched as the girls exited the bathroom and headed back to get dressed for the day. “Go...damn that girl is turning into a fine woman” he thought to himself as he watched Maggie go down the hall. He rubbed at his boxers, “easy boy.”A few minutes later the girls came back down the hall to the kitchen, and yes, Maggie was dressed in Emmitt’s designated “work clothes”. Emmitt had bitched about her wearing her good school clothes when helping. The pleasure between her legs was becoming unbearable she needed his mouth there. Making a bold move she tried pushing his head down towards her pussy, only to have a glare stare back at her as she looked at him. He nipped her hard on her breast, it hurt but she loved the sting it brought.He slid his hands down to the sides of her waist as he started kissing a trail down her stomach, feeling her muscles flex beneath his touch. He didn’t mind what she was doing, he’d let her be in control and. Unfortunately for me, I was often the target of that humor when she was visiting. She would toy with me in front of the other women, mocking me with exaggerated displays of flirtation and lust. As soon as she stepped into the apartment, her routine started.?Ooooooooh baaaaaaby! I’ve missed you sooooooo much!?She threw her arms around me and started running her hands over my body.?Oh my God, girls, doesn’t he just get hotter every time? I can’t keep my hands off of him! Angela, you’re so lucky. . "THANKS JAN - WHEREVEVER YOU ARE!"Her townhouse was very clean and quiet. It hadn't taken very long to get myself settled, though I still found the presenceOf a discarded, policewoman's blouse, something of a mystery - working as a securitywoman, I knew most of the uniformedPolicewomen at the local 'Cop Shop' and I was puzzled at to who the police-shirt belonged? When I started her computer to surf a little, I found an interesting folder on her desktop. Jan had invited me to use her computer..