..A number of years ago i went to work for this company as a receptionist. It is a medium size company and the job was easy. My Boss used to pat me on...the ass all the time along with an occasional boob squeeze and, when i did something stupid or made a mistake called me "bimbo", often in front of the others that worked there. Being blonde, i was of course subject to blonde jokes all the time. None of this really bothered me, i just laughed or giggled and went on about my business.One day, my. As I latched onto her engorged clit with my lips she held my head tight and let out another loud groan. That time, even the frogs stopped chirping.As I crawled up her body I kissed her belly and her nipples. As I slipped my cock into her pussy I kissed her on her lips. She grabbed me around my back and pulled me into her breasts. As I kissed her I fucked her. It had been a few years since I had had the privilege of making love to a woman. A privilege it was too. I was hard, I was excited, and I. I was close enough to smell her pussy, its sweet aroma pushing me beyond the barrier of inhibition. All thoughts of turning around were gone now. I unbuckled my pants and unleashed my prick, fully erect and throbbing with desire.Reaching down, I lifted her legs and spread them, moving between her thighs. The tip of my dick rest on her clit. I flexed my muscles to make it bounce. She moaned and quivered, the gooseflesh returning. I pulled down her to to expose her breasts. I knelt down and. . I've been so rude, I was completely carried away..." he stammered, conscious of her twinkling dark eyes fixed on him. He felt awkward. Her searching graze was so intent, he felt sure for a brief instant that she must have read his thoughts, but he knew that to be ridiculous. "Please forgive me," Jon apologized, "What was it you asked?" I asked what it was that you did before sailing with your uncle. After all, I've told you everything concerning myself and I should think you doing likewise.