Unfortunately, George missed a lot of games due to his responsibilities. But he always came when he was home to cheer for me as "the sexiest first bas...man I ever saw".Paul Weincamp was the director of Corporate Relations and also the pitcher on the softball team. A tall, well-built single guy, he was the object of a lot of leering by the single females, and more than one of the married ones I was sure. Who all he was dating was none of my business or interest.One day he collapsed on the bench. She then stopped for a while and looked at my face constantly. I blinked my eyes and she was quick to notice that.Nandu, it’s enough. I know this is what you want from me. I always thought of you like my own son but you expect me to be your slut. That’s fine. I will do what you wished for.She was looking at me but I kept my eyes closed. She slapped me to wake me up from my fake sleep. I opened my eyes but couldn’t\’t gather courage to look at her face.She rolled her tongue on my entire length. It turned me into a slut! I got on top of Paul and started kissing him hard. I think I surprised him but he did enjoy it. He put his hands down the back of my pants rubbing my ass and touching my pussy. I heard him say "Oh my God you are so wet!"I pulled away so I could take my shirt and bra off; his eyes lit up seeing my young perky tits. He pulled me down so he could suck on them. Mmmmmmmmm, boy did his mouth feel so good on my tits. He licked and teased my nipples. almost making me cum. He. "Yup." I didn't understand the relationship but Al was very practical, Daddy was ... daddy. Eventually I'd find out what he had in mind when he had it built. Maybe.Grace had finished one loop around the buoys and gently nudged the dock. "Carole Ann? Want to go for a sail?"They left. I'll have to admit Grace was becoming an excellent helmsman. She had never really stopped to pick Carol ... it was more of a creep.Al had a good hold of each timber as I unbolted it. The 4x4 ended up on the roof.