The supervisor was a prim and proper female with a restrictive girdle and old-fashioned nylons and garters attached like some parody of feminine charm... The mostly frowning middle-aged woman was frustrated in finding a male companion to tend to her itchy pussy and she had resorted to employing the use of a battery-operated device that she called “Bob” with a sense of dirty humor and mischievous disregard for appropriate behavior.It did not escape her notice that the quivering ass cheeks under. She is wearing tight blue jeans and t-shirt. I can tell she isn’t wearing a bra as the wet t-shirt is clinging to her b-cups. Her red hair is matted to her head and I am starring at her beautiful freckled face. I’ve had a crush on her since elementary school, but when we got into high school we were in completely different cliques.The rain is coming down hard as we arrive at her house and she stops in the front yard. She lies down on the grass and stares into the night sky.She pats the ground. I shuddered.He started tentatively, testing my taste, trying things with his tongue. I made discoveries, too, like a hand around the base of his shaft kept it from going too far down my throat once his hips started to move. I discovered I could jack him as I sucked. Playing with balls with my fingers added to my pleasure. Using my tongue on his sensitive glans made him shudder. We learned to keep our teeth tucked away.We cocked our legs open and our heads bobbed. Slurpimg sounds grew louder.. Well it’s been awhile since we had fun doing this so it’s time to step up and get into my role as the woman who lives alone and is soon to be confronted by a burglar. I step up to the sliding door open it and say in a load voice “what are you doing back here, hurry up get along.” The burglar just looks at me and doesn’t move, so I tell him once more to move along. As I had expected the burglar begins to walk towards me, I step back into the house but fumble closing the door and his glove.