Before Imarried it was fun and it kept my sex life active but afterward I wantedto go home to my husband. It was becoming a strain on our marriage but...hen when I became pregnant and was going to leave this job my husbandmellowed out." How often do they have parties?" At least once a week." Are they fun?" They can be. Just be careful though, more than booze is used and Ilearned quickly that drinking and working don't mix so I just drank softdrinks and watched everyone else make fools of. I just didn’t get a lot of practice, so, at seventeen, I was still very much a virgin. That evening, I told my folks about the neighbor and the cookies, and about the job offer. They were thrilled that I would have something to occupy my time until school started. The next morning, I went to the neighbors house, rang he doorbell, expecting Ms Burleson to open it wearing I don’t know what. A bathrobe? A negligee? Skin tight Capri’s? The shock on my face was unmistakable! There before me was. I kept this encounter to myself, more so as I dwelt on it, alone in bed, I found by masturbating could I derive any positives from it, it became my sexual fantasy, each time revisited he did something more, giving me better and better orgasms.I had to go back and sit there, such was the desire and deep seated need, so I did many years later, still a pubescent teenager, but one with a need and a willingness to accommodate, one with a need to go further, so I sat there, excited and exposed, happy. ..” his fingers tug and pinch my nipples before taking my left one between his teeth, rolling it around in his mouth.“Fucckkkk,” I groan. “Fuck me, please please fuck me, as hard and rough as you want to, Sir.” Both of his hands run up my body to circle my neck again making me smile, as he slams his cock balls deep inside of me, holding him there. “I’m not letting go of your neck until you cum on my cock, whore.”My eyes roll back and my hands grip Tom’s hair, pulling him harder against me.