It kept him from cumming as soon as he was afraid he was going to. Watching her tossing her head back and forth, her pelvis sawing forward and back on...his groin, her face sweating, eyes closed in a grimace was one of the most arousing things he had ever seen. His hands moved up to cup her B cup soft breasts sporting rock hard nipples on obviously crinkled aureola. Her eyes flew open and she begged, "Daddy OH Daddy! squeeze my titties, Rub my nipples." His hands mauled one pale breast and. Then when Mandy had actually been hired into our division and turned into the "supervisor from hell", it had been painful to come to work every single day.Finally, when I couldn't take any more of her shit, I'd given Mandy my written notice that I was moving to another job and then I gave her my second notice - that I'd actually observed her and our big boss (a woman) in a lesbian clinch one evening. Mandy was married and I knew for a fact that she wouldn't want her husband knowing of her. I couldn’t seem to do anything right and I couldn’t talk to my parents about it.Some may ask, why can’t you talk to your parents? Well, I am the last of four children. All three of my siblings did well in school and never seemed to have a problem, so obviously my parents seem to think the problem is me, not school. Besides, at sixteen I was meant to hunker down and study.It was another hard day in school and after a test that I scored a B- to, I wasn’t looking forward to going home. I needed to. Though he was young, it was apparent that he was no novice. His tongue danced over her, making her squirm from the moment he’d slipped between her thighs. On top of that, he had all the energy and enthusiasm of his youth. He knew what he was doing, and he could keep it up for a long, long time.Her hands settled on the back of his head once the initial shock of pleasure allowed her to do so. She looked down, and the sight of the young man with his bulging muscles between her legs drew out a.