”And all the lads, they’ll all look. And my horny dick, it’ll get well hard in my trackies and all the lads, they’ll see it tenting my trackie... and they’ll say, “Horny boy’s got a boner again!”It’s just normal now. Happens to me nearly every night, especially if I’ve not had a wank before going out. And they all know, all my mates, they all know what’s to follow. They all know what’s gonna happen next once my dick starts tenting my trackie bottoms. They all know that once my horny dick has got. Rose was a spry 59 years young, and didn’t really seem to need food delivery, except for the fact that she lived alone in the middle of nowhere. I decided that I would deliver to her first, so I could come back and pick up the rest of the food and do my normal route. After the ridiculous drive to Rose’s hobby farm, I arrived early. I wanted to give myself extra time for trying to find the place. Rose was a little surprised to see me when she answered the door, and offered to give me the dime. “Continue!” I did, and it felt warm but also wrong with her watching me play with myself. I closed my eyes to enjoy this moment, but then I felt that it really should be her fingers on my breasts, and I opened my eyes to look into hers. “Thank you,” she said, which surprised me on the one hand, on the other hand, I also understood. “I want you to pull on your left nipple.” I rolled it between my fingers and then started to pull. There was a heaviness in my breast. First vague, like it had no. She was fairly new, having only been with us for a few weeks. She was interning with us and spent a lot of time with me helping to do various things around the office. She supposedly was dating, but no one seemed to ever see her outside of the office.Finally, there is Sarah, she's in her late thirties or early forties. A lovely brunette with nice curves softened just a touch by age, marriage, and the two k**s she had. She was our marketing person and had a way with people. Rumor had it that.