Your head spins at the notion that she was 15 she wore it --- hell, she may be even bigger now!You can’t help but stroke your cock at this informati...n, and you rub it through your pants wildly. But just as you are ready to come, you realize you don’t want to get caught, so you put everything back in its place and decide to roam around the house some more.You get thirsty so you head toward the kitchen to get yourself a drink of milk. But on the way back, you pass by the dining room, and you hear. She was demanding but fair. What more could you ask of a boss? Besides, she wasnʼt seeing anyone and even though it was against her policy -- well you never knew. As she folded the phone and attached it to her weapons belt he moved to her side offering the coffee.“Morninʼ. Howʼs Ben?”
“Same old, same old. He just canʼt seem to face the day without...”“My uncle was that way. Drank himself to death. We all tried everything. Nothing worked.”“Before she died, Mom said Dad just started drinking out. The first thing I'd done after I got home was pore through the classifieds until I found the car I wanted out in Michigan. It was a mint condition 1966 Corvette convertible. In 1986, it was twenty years old but had been fully and lovingly restored. I paid $10,000 cash and borrowed $5,000 more to swing the deal.It was British racing green. An understated, deep dark green with highlights of brilliance, typical of the word 'British'. It had both tops, so in the winter there would be a hard roof. ” I pointed out, “What is it this time?”“I’m taking your skinny ass to the basement.” she argued, “That is all for now.”She opened the heavy door at the bottom and pointed. I moped in like a hurt puppy, disappointed that she didn’t want to play. But I felt that she had enough of my goofing off from the way she was acting.“That body odor is revolting, take a shower.” she instructed, and let the door slam shut.Well, it wasn’t my fault I looked and smelt like a cave man. I didn’t have a relative.