I again went to the kitchen to make tea. I purposely hid the sugar jar. I asked his help to get the big jar of sugar from the top shelf of the kitchen...where I cannot reach it. He came inside the kitchen and helped me to get the jar down.While he was trying to get the jar down, I was rubbing my boobs behind his back. Then he got the jar down, and I turned towards the gas to make tea. He came behind me and started rubbing his semi-erect dick on my ass. I could not move.I was enjoying it. I could. For the most part the job was very boring, I would spend alot of time walking around or just sitting in my car. However one day when I was sitting in my vehicle waiting for the last few games to finish when a green SUV pulled up next to me. The individual driving was an older mature hispanic woman, if i had to guess I’d she would have been in her mid 40s. She had long jet black hair, smooth brown skin, pouty lips and very arched eyebrows. I continued to look at her when i noticed that she was. Lost, waiting for a daddy – any daddy – to hold him, he looked up, snot falling from his face, eyes red, mouth huffing.“Why – why – why –“ he sobbed, barely able to speak. “Why – why’m I such a loser?” he cried, pushing his plate away, head dropping into his arms, sobbing now. Really fucking going at it. It was almost comical if it wasn’t so painful. “WhythefuckamIsuchaloser,” he cried, repeating himself, again and again.I just stood, arms crossed, holding back my own tears – seeing so much of. I started rubbing her back and shoulders outside the tee shirt. I put my hands under her shirt to caress her bare skin and slowly worked down to rub the top of her ass. I moved back a little so I could reach farther down and to the outside of her pussy. She spread her legs to give me more room. I was rubbing her pussy with my whole hand and slipping a finger into her as I pulled my hand back towards her ass. I'd let my finger rub across her back door as I continued up over her cheeks. I stopped.