"I guess we'll have to," I say, and I can smell your cologne, something sweet and spicy and rich, mingled with the clean scent of soap. When the train...slows for the next stop, you maneuver both of us to the doors and help me onto the platform and out of the bustle of other passengers heading home for the night. Under the fluorescent lights that buzz and flicker, we huddle against a wall until the chaos dies down, and then move apart as much as we can.Our hands clash and fall away as we both. This was just getting better and better. I now understood (at least at that moment I thought I did) what the big deal about sex was all about. Suddenly Chris tried to move my hand away, saying “Stop Jess, I am going to cum again!” Not stopping, I said, “Let me see it,” and moved in for a closer look. Chris started moaning, grunting, as spurt after spurt shot out hitting my chin, neck, and breasts. Oh my god, it was magnificent all right. I had made a boy cum in my hand! Chris now hugged me. ..''but mom i don't like it i hate it''whenever you have cum in your mouth your cock erupts don't tell me you hate it' amanda laughs'please mom isn't this enough you had your fun please stop this mom' jim begs'oh no thats not happening get wanking come on you forgot to ask if you could cum so wank that cock again''please mom no its sore and i'm tired please no''wank it come on its the only way you will learn to ask permission' amanda smiles taking jims cup full of jizz from himamanda dips a. I liked that though. I never liked to be idle. So, the constant workand variety of ever changing tasks suited me.Getting the tools to get everything done, however, was often a soresubject amongst the girls. Courtney did all the ordering of officesupplies. Whatever she did with the orders was closely scrutinizedupstairs since they only cared about the bottom line.Nothing could go to waste. Every ounce of ink had to be drained fromthe pens before we could discard them. Every page of paper.