Then I moved my hand under her shirt, she tried to stop me, but I told her I knew she liked it and wanted it more than she dared to admit. Then she le... me touch her … I touched her young body and took her top of … and guided her hand to my rockhard dick. She moaned as I squeezed her little tits so for me that was the sign I should slide a finger in her thight pussy. I slide my middle finger in her, she was very tight but wet. Her hips moved around while my finger was in, so this little girl was. This time his voice cracked on one syllable.She pulled her jeans off without taking off her heavy, treaded work boots."You don't touch me," she said."No, Miss Sally," And you don't come."His cock bobbed again. It may have even gotten bigger." Cause if you blow your load while I'm riding you," she continued, stepping out of her white cotton underwear, "you're fired. Understand me?" Y-Yes, Miss Sally."She laid her underwear on the desk and noted his eyes follow it. Hungry-like.She straddled him,. As I feel those pulses die down and the glaze in her eyes fades, I pull her into my arms, snuggling her into my lap, as I sit in her chair. She kisses me with every ounce of passion in her body, her legs again wrapping around my hips to pull me closer. She then straddles my lap as we sit. She moves her hands to the button of my jeans and starts to open them.I move to give access, whispering, “Where ever you want it to go, baby.”She moves off my lap to ease my jeans down, then climbs on again. They had obviously heard the news about the break-up and most were civil toward him even if they were mystified by his appearance in small trunks and bowtie, not to mention him running around like a skivvy. And then Jackie walked into the kitchen flanked by Marie and Susie, two of her closest friends. They looked like three Goddesses in their bikinis... "Like I was saying," Jackie said in an over loud voice as they entered the kitchen, "David was never really my boyfriend, he was my personal.