I worked at a park which offered a whole lot of different things like food and other attractions. I worked at one of the restaurants at the park. Each...section and restaurant of the park had a different manager. There was this one manager who i thought was cute in her face but as everyone knows wearing uniforms isnt the sexiest thing to wear. One day while I was at work the other manager came in wearing a tank top and these VERY short shorts. I mean her ass cheeks were like hanging out the back.. They had met online when she was seventeen and they moved in together five months later after she turned eighteen.It was everything he promised her. Nothing like her previous life, nothing like what all her former friends were living at the moment. She knew that it wasn't proper or right, it wasn't what people would call normal, but she also knew it wasn't wrong. Nothing that felt so wonderful could possibly be so wrong.The moment she left her suburban house and walked into his residence there. I had madesome short connections, heard two women in their 40s think about their wayto work and if they had picked the right outfit, heard a 5 year old boythink about asking me to play hide and seek in the bus and a woman aboutmy age think that I stared and made her uncomfortable. I had tried not toopen myself up too much, not to get ambushed by a stream of thoughtsagain. In any case I had gotten a lot of personal information such asname, address, height, weight and some names of close. I loved feeling a womans tongue in my clit. She came up and asked if I would do the same to her. I kissed her til I reached her hot box and did the same licking and fingering. I tried to put in more than three fingers, then got in four. She spread her legs wider and said to squeeze a bit of lube on my wrist and to go for the full fisting.My hands are small enough, that my hand slid in with a little effort. I was fucking her pussy with my hand. When I went to pull out, she pushed my hand.