“That’s it Mia” I said softly as she got into position and bent forward, “Don’t worry if my penis gets in the way, I’m sure you can improv...se” I said with a giggle which she returned, “Ok sir, cool” she replied reaching out and putting her hands half on my hips and half on my arse cheeks.I could feel her face running down my belly as I put my hands on her back running down to the low pantie line, this forced her tighter into me and I could feel her face nudging my stiff erection and as I pushed. "Miss Taylor? Then are you the owner of the Trucking Company?" "Yes I am, my father left it to me." She replied. "I've been running the business for the past two years, but I also worked there all through my schooling until I went to work for a CPA firm." "Yes, I'd heard you were a CPA." I mumbled, my mind turning on the realization that I was dealing with the owner. I had to shift gears from thinking about dealing with someone who had no authority to make a decision, to the actual,. They made her very comfortable from the first day but it turned out their intentions were very different. They frequently used to make dirty jokes, wear dresses which showed ample skin, sometimes kiss in front of her make love at night with their bedroom door open also never minded to keep their noise down. Horny as my sister is it was natural she was started to peep into their bedrooms to watch the action. One day while she was watching Mrs. Das sucking her husband Mr. Das called out to my. I was drawn to her even then so innocently...and now 10 years later here I am, my swollen dick in her pert little asshole...my we had come a long ways, certainly in the few months since our oh, so tentative first encounter in her barn. We had given in to our wants and needs...I was proud as a peacock bedding a much older women compared to my friends trying to score with schoolgirls...I felt so much more accomplished. Alas. we had a pact not tell anyone of our actions, and that was fine with.