” I nodded and she left and I head back to class. Sherry was just coming out of class when I got there and she handed me my things. “So what was t...at about?” I said I would tell her later and we headed to our next class. When the day finally ended we were walking home when I told her what happen with my real father. “I’m sorry about your dad.” I just shrugged not sure what to think about that. He was an asshole but deep down I think he did love me. When we got home we found Mr. Clearwater in. After she kissed it away I ran my fingers through the back of her head and pushed her slowly down towards the prize she had been waiting for. Compulsivly my head rolled back as her mouth took in my penis head and flicked it with the tip of her tounge. She spiriled her tounge all the way down and with only one try mangaged to sink the whole eight and then lick my balls before coming all the way back up. I was having trouble staying on the road now as I was experiencing my first road head not to. I was so focussed on that rise that I missed the fact that all the while he was staring down my neckline.That little twerp! He has fed off those boobs and here, it was giving him a rise.”I was hooked by then, as Monica too a breather and a swig. I urged her to go on.“Well, I thought what better time to teach him about the birds and the bees when he seemed in the mood.So I didn’t hide my cleavage..let him stare I thought, while I was busy scrubbing his buttocks. After I finished, I stayed back. "You're the rape guy, right?" she enquired at our first meeting. "Yes, it's my job to acquire oilseed rape for our biodiesel division," I stammered - disarmed by her beauty and poise. We were at a senior management team-building day - constructing rafts out of oil drums and driftwood. Bad enough at the best of times but in the middle of February this was employee abuse! I soon discovered that we were both totally unwilling participants in this exercise and we joked about escaping it. I wanted.