Was Stan getting ready to shoot? Was I prepared forthat? As if to answer the first question, he took hold of my head withboth hands and kept me stil... while he pumped energetically. Then heremoved one hand and, still keeping me where I was, stopped humpingwhile just the knob of his cock was in my mouth, and began to strokehimself. I understood and sucked furiously to help drive him over thetop. My hands went to his balls and I massaged them tenderly, as muchfor my gratification as for his. I simply could not imagine her 60 pounds heavier. She was perfect and had trimmed her bush very closely and it was already starting to glisten. She was about 105 pounds of sexual animal waiting for release. I closed the distance and holding her close, I whispered in her ear, “You’re beautiful and you’ve got a smoking hot body.” I hugged her to me. She was trembling. I eased her back and asked, “It’s been a while, though, hasn’t it?”“It’s been three years. I don’t even care about the experiment. .. I was fourteen-years old. Over the previous year, I'd hit puberty and started growing taller, my breasts becoming fuller and pressing out my shirts, my mom insisting that I wore a bra all the time now. My pussy had gotten hairy and while I longed to shave the irritating pubes, my mother forbid it, telling me that only 'sluts and delinquents' did such things.It made me self-conscious to go to the pool or the lake or anywhere I might be seen in a bathing suit, even the rather conservative. However, he noticed, especially in his division at the corporate headquarters, that he could not prevent the infighting and intrigue that was troubling the company. Furthermore, he was tired of the PC nonsense, such as silly "sexual harassment" rules, that was handed down by the board. He had to get around that, because he found that "dipping his pen in the company ink" was something he really wanted to implement as a personal policy. Those damned lawyers and feminists were ruining.