I saw only the usual tenants on their morning routines.I cannot explain my growing obsession with Ms. J at this point. I did not find her attractive o... interesting or even civil. As she was, she was probably a three; with a makeover, you might get her to a five. The kind of person who fills in spaces between people you might care about.But things took a turn that changed everything.It was my fault. I had an undeserved date with a redhead. Tall, thin, always well-dressed, she did payroll for a. I hated you, or so I thought. You should hate me."She held her hands over her face as she began to cry. I cut the motor and pulled her into my arms, the boat forgotten about as I tried to comfort her. Her shoulders shook in my arms as I kissed the top of her head. Her hot tears fell on my neck and ran down my chest into my shirt.She cried for a while and I just silently held her. Then she suddenly broke away. She looked into my eyes with the pain of someone who had a terrible tale to tell.. Bonnie looked back at Ben and thought to herself, Oh you dirty little boy!Bonnie realizes that she can use this to her advantage. She whispers to Ben, “Oh, you like what you see, do you?”Ben looks at Bonnie and asks, “What?”She replies, “You like watching mom naked?”“No! No! Why would you ask me something like that?”“Your mouth says no but your cock-”, Bonnie pauses for second and gives a tight squeeze to Ben’s hard cock and then continues, “... says otherwise.”Ben screams in mild pain, “Ouch!. Vincent let go of me just long enough to undo the buttons of his dress shirt and take it off. By then I had undone the top button of his dress pants and had pulled down the zipper. I was amazed as this thick eight inch cock came bouncing out. It was a cock not a penis. It was far too big to be called a penis. Before I could move I felt Vincents strong hands on my shoulders pushing me down to my knees. Take it in your mouth. You know you want to Mrs. Johnson. You know you want it in your mouth..