I got back to put my tongue on her clit, but she seemed to be signaling me to stop, like gesturing something. She moved her head in all directions imp...ded to speak. I got the message. Finally she could get better as to speak: “Please, stop!” Contrary to this, her body conveyed a different order: she spread out her legs wanting to have sexual intercourse, getting ready for copulation, but I continued to eat her pussy instead. Suddenly, she screamed loudly like feeling a pain; clutched my head. "You were, weren't you?" he demanded, after his first question only drew a blushing silence. "Hiding in the trees there, getting your jollies watching me play with myself. Weren't you, Mrs. Walker?" No... no..." she protested weakly."Yes," he said softly. He took a step for her. "You wanted to get to know your daughter's boyfriend a little better, didn't you? Well, here I am, Mrs. Walker, in the flesh, so to speak. And I bet you liked seeing me beat off, too. I bet you're all hot under that. After he left, I changed into clothes that were more appropriate for the steamy weather. When Uncle Clyde saw me wearing my skimpy daisy duke shorts and my tiny belly shirt with no bra, I could sense his pleasure. His wide eyes twinkled, and I could tell he was thinking naughty thoughts. I knew my young body was attractive. I was proud of my firm round breasts. They weren’t all that big yet, but they had a perky bounce to them, and I loved wearing thin, tight little shirts that showed them. "Tammy. You know how important this is." My sigh was long and tired. This wasn't a new situation between me and my boss. In fact, there was always some tension there. I hate to sound clichéd, but the guy was a chauvinistic prick. He honestly believed that I couldn't do the job as well because I was a woman. I knew getting into this field that I'd have to face this type of bullshit, but it still pissed me off, especially since I was an excellent architect. I was better than Gary at any rate..