She stopped abruptly and became very still.”Are you ok?” I asked, acting half asleep.“Yeah, I’m just... scratching,” she said.“Ok, If you�...�re sure.” I rolled over and pretended to close my eyes again.“Fuck,” I heard her whisper. She did NOT swear normally, (too pure for that too supposedly). She waited a few minutes and then started again, this time faster. She tried to not make any sounds but her breath was quick and frantic. Once again, I waited until she started really moving her hips and. Just being in the same room with those two had me walking around with a perpetual hardon. Dad too. Dad had mom but all I had was my hand and a pair of their soiled panties to get me off. In my masturbation fantasies I turned Aunt Louise or my mother every which way but loose but never once did I ever dream, never once did I ever dare hope that someday I would actually hold their naked bodies in my arms. However, I was about to discover that fantasies could become realities when the time is. I wasn’t at the job very long when the company made a decision to hire a couple of college graduates. It was their attempt, I guess, to see if they could save a couple bucks by hiring non-experienced individuals and then putting them through an intensive training program, instead of paying a higher salary for more seasoned individual. In any event they hired the chick (From here out I will call her Jill for story purposes only) with the cap toe ballet flats. She sat about three desks from me. As Michelle looked up at me, the smile on her face told me this was the point of no return and somehow I knew that this unexpected finale likely came with Simon’s approval, it was the kind of relationship they seemed to share.Michelle continued to skilfully work me and if the bite of the cane across her magnificent buttocks had driven her to unexpected heights I too was now reaching a similar level. Had her hand been her only offering my satisfaction would have been fully assured, but as she.