"Angel," he said and stopped, turned back, and settled onto his haunches in front of her. "What's going on?" You're just going to have to get used to ...er, Marcus. It'll take time," Hope explained, leaning away from him slightly, covering her chest with the book she'd been reading."I meant with us." What ... Us? What?" I'm comfortable around you, I'm comfortable around Shawna. You say I'll get comfortable around Yvonne, and you're probably right. But you're not comfortable around me any more." I. Pretty standard procedure, but yet another thing the Moral whine about. Which brought me to watching my ‘mother’ sucking my cock. After a few minutes, I kicked her backwards and sprayed her with cum. She gasped, and her body transformed. Her wrinkles tightened and smoothed into youthful skin, her graying hair turned back to brown, and her skin absorbed the cum. Her saggy breasts rose back up and swelled a little, and I smirked at her.“J-Jonathan. What was that?” my ‘mother’, Linda, gasped. I. It tickled a lot. I used my other hand to trace circles around by areola. I always liked doing that. Soon I was getting aroused. I was running the vibrator up and down along my pussy. I was wet. I started pinching my nipple as I brought the vibrator near my clit. The vibrations were not too much now. I loved it.An orgasm hit me as my legs clinched together and I writhed in pleasure. It was strong. Much stronger and more sudden that I was used to. My pussy was spasming out of control.I had to. I relax watching them dance, surprisingly fantasizing over my boss. After a little while, they join me and we all chat a little. We hit the floor again and I surprise myself thinking that my co-workers are a great group. They slowly leave and the night ends with me following my boss to her car while she holds my hand.We chat again while she drives, asking how I liked the job, the environment and my co-workers. I mention the bullying and she answers that they will probably stop after tonight. I.