“Snow’s starting to melt and it’s much warmer this morning. Looks like we’re heading into spring.”The supervisor shrugged. “Don’t bet on...spring just yet – not this high in the mountains. Oh, we might have a few days with temps above freezing in the daytime, but I’d be amazed if this is the last of the cold weather or the snow.”“Well, you may be right, but I’m damn tired of the snow and cold. I’m ready for spring.”The supervisor chuckled. “Me too, but there’s a downside, though. With warm. "Well," I said, "if he's yours, then why did he ask me instead of you?Maybe your not his type, or maybe he doesn't like you, or possibly hedoesn't like pushy girls! In any case, I'm with him tonight, andtomorrow, and probably the next day. If I were you, I would find someoneelse, because Tom is mine, not yours, and I make certain of that later!"I touched up my lipstick, then walked out leaving Sarah sputtering.My hands were shaking by the time I reached our table, and I could notsee Tom! I sat. I hooked my fingers in the side of her panties and pulled them down to her jeans. Before me was the only pussy that I had ever seen. It was neatly trimmed above her slit and shaved bald from her clit down. I leaned in and kissed it. She placed her hands on the back of my head, gently. I stuck my tongue out and slipped it into her slit, up at the top and touched her clit giving her a big thrill, and me too. Then I stood up and sucked each nipple into my mouth.We heard Mom’s car door slam. Terri. Not 20 feet into the mall, his skin tight jeans were already attracting attention. Just knowing that these guys were now staring at his denim-encased ass made Tom's cock throb with each step. But up ahead was something even more dangerous. A group of teenaged girls was walking toward him. One leaned over and whispered something to her friend, and her friend immediately stared at Tom's crotch. Soon, they were all sneaking glances at Tom's perfectly outlined genitalia.Tom's balls drew up tight,.