Keith and I supervised the removal of old equipment, setting up the offices and arranging for services. The production area was gutted, painted, and r...-built from floor-to-ceiling. Both of us wanted it to be spotlessly clean and kept that way, no easy feat for a plastics blow-molding operation. We were going to make containers for food and pharmaceuticals, and the environment needed to be pristine.While Keith had concentrated on the machinery installation, I was looking after the office and. She ducked down a side hallway to the ladies room. What in the world was she doing? Having sex with a woman was one thing, but having sex with a high school girl was another. First Justin, now Katie. Where did this newfound interest in teenagers come from? A fleeting thought of Justin entered her mind, but she shook it away.She entered a restroom stall, tugged her panties down to her knees, hiked up her skirt, and perched on the cool toilet. The smell of her sex permeated her nostrils. God, she. "Is that likely?" I asked."It's not impossible," Chris allowed."Who has 87 now?" I asked."That would be Omar Harris," Chris answered. "He might trade if the price was right." Price? No, I don't think so," I said, shaking my head. I had no interest in negotiating with Omar. I remembered his attitude toward me at lunch last Saturday. "Is 85 or 82 available?" No, they're not," Chris answered. "Most of the 80's numbers are taken. We have spots in the teens." 18?" I asked."That's available," Chris. Fuck you are such a nasty boy! Oh, God, this turns me on so much ... fuck my slut ass with your tongue,” I moaned, as I started bucking back and forth, fucking myself on his tongue.Quickly, my breathing was ragged and sharp. I was moaning with every movement. I was so turned on I needed him quick.I turned around to face him. “You like chewing on ass don’t you baby?”“I like eating YOUR asshole...” he said.He grabbed my head and kissed me deep and passionately. Swirling his tongue around in my.