I wanted to comfort him, but, i didn't want to upset him even more; so, I left him alone.He loved singing old German folk songs, whenever he felt sad ...the boss was a very cultured person) so, he did just that.He stood there, for 7-8 minutes, smoking weed, and quietly singing, "i love the regen, ist der regen nass, das Fett, Fett Mädchen haben alle dicke Ärsche und große Brüste, oh, wie ich die regen Liebe, ihre so, so nass"The boss had a beautiful singing voice. I stood there, silent , gazing. I backed off a little but he just stood facing sideways and fumbling with putting on a shirt. He was fairly ripped, more than your average teen. Scanning down his chest and stomach I could see the beginnings of a much toned tummy and then as I scanned down his treasure trail I could see his boxers protruding nicely out into the room. “Uh oh,” I thought. “I’m getting a little heated.” He turned back towards the mirror and I smiled as I was admiring his rear and as I looked up, saw him looking at. As usual, I pulled into my driveway around 5:00 pm. I took a shower before the three of us sat down and had dinner. Doris asked how my trip went. I told her it seems longer every time and I couldn’t wait to relax and chill out in my man cave later. We talked about the events at home during my absence while on the road. Karen didn’t have much to say other than she made the zucchini and hoped I enjoyed it. After we finished dinner, Doris told me to go relax. Without hesitation, I went right. I can see your heart pounding in your chest and its throbbing is matching the throbbing that is happening in my dick below this desk! Yes, I love the fullness of your breasts in my hands as I kiss my way down that flat stomach of yours. I dream of the day… and the nights when I may drink from your navel and become intoxicated on your beauty!The royal blue silk panties come into view, trimmed with black lace. At first Tony believes the dark spot is a shadow, but then realized it is wet. .