She had both hands inside Flala's tunic and she was massaging those pink nipples. She twisted, rolled and pinched while I continued to stimulate down ...elow. Flala once more went over the top, shuddering and shaking as she went. Immediately following was a large flow of juices as she came. She squirted at least a quart of fluids all over my hands. The juice was flowing like a river down my legs.My cock was hard as a rock and needed attention. Then I felt some hands opening my pants and taking a. I found myself working with eight other people of both sexes in a single room. Those eight people slowly began to change everything about me.The owner of the company was Mrs. Canaday’s brother. She warned everyone about my background and how painfully shy I was. They were friendly and considerate and in a surprisingly short time they began to include me in their conversations as we worked.It was a huge learning experience for me. I learned views of the world to which I had never been exposed in. When I say now, I want you to cross yourfingers, then twist them into me ... NOW!"She was shaking, her face and upper chest were very red, as I twisted mycrossed fingers in and out of her. She was racing to another screamingorgasm. Her legs clamped round my hand.As her breathing calmed, she draped a leg over me. "I want you in me,put it in," she whispered.At last I thought, as I slipped into her. Unfortunately, I'd been soclose to cumming for so long, that I came after only two or. "I have a place we can go and be alone. It's private and we can get to know each other. What time to do have to be back?" I told him by six thirty as my dad was awake by seven every morning. "No, problem," he said we were away to our hideout. The car zipped through the streets veering around corners then we were on a shabby part of town. He parked in the drive of a rundown house."Whose house is this I asked him."I have a place we can go and be alone. It's private and we can get to know each.