John never did seem confident enough to make it as a saleswoman and you figured she got the job purely based on her looks, which she certainly did hav.... But even then she didn’t know how to use them. Many woman in sales can wrap clients around their fingers by simply flicking their hair back and bashing their sultry eyes. John had all the assets to do the same but was clearly just an innocent girl and unsure how that game worked.Unlike the others on the sales team you had been at least kind. The first meeting I attended was on a Sunday afternoon in a Sunday school room at the church, and only six men, including me, were there that day. The group is led by Tony, a sixty-five-year-old deacon and retired high school principal of Italian descent, and he welcomed me to the group. The other member there were Mitch, age fifty-five, a bank executive; Matt, age fifty-eight, a pharmacist; Dan, age sixty, a construction superintendent; and Jeff, age seventy, a retired social worker.Tony. Marsha smiled at me and asked me to remove my suit. She wanted to see what a real cock looked like. I asked her what she had meant by real cock. She replied that she had seen some pictures in magazines and that she had found her mother’s stash of rubber cocks too. Then she told me that the lavender one fit in her pussy. Oh my God! She had been fucking herself with my wife’s dildo and it fit.Anyway I lathered up Marsha’s pussy and proceeded to shave it very well that time. I held her pussy lips. I must admit that my sister has great tits. At least she lets me play with them occasionally. I even get to fuck her if she is really horny and wants it bad enough. Otherwise I have to jerk off a lot and most of that is because she excites the hell out of me and then takes off somewhere.Our parents were just starting to trust us enough where we could stay home for a day or two while they were away. Mom still checked on us once or twice a day anyway.One such weekend my sister went to a school.