I didn’t need to look back, I knew he was staring at me. I was just going to wear the shirt when he hugged me from behind and began kissing my neck....His dick flt pretty big against my ass.“Baby I can’t take this game any longer. I just want to take you now.”“Mr J, what are you doing?” I tried to resist, “you’re married!” “If I don’t give a fuck, then why do you?”He didn’t even wait for a reply – he wrenched his shirt away from me and threw it away. He picked me up in his strong arms and carried. I don't remember when I became aware of it, but I had known for quite some time that the house was off limits for us kids during the warm weekends, when my Dad was home. Of course that made my being in the house all that more exciting.I stood in front of the chair for quite some time before reaching out tentatively with my hand to touch it. I fully expected that the moment my hand made contact with the seat of the chair, that he would somehow know, and the full 'wrath of Dad' would fall upon my. It all seemed like it would remain just a bedroom fantasy of hers until I met a guy at work named Rick. He recently transferred to the Business Development Unit that I am a part of from our west coast corporate office. Rick is your stereotypical California surfer dude with his longish blonde hair, good looks and angular body. Even though he's only thirty-four, we hit it off really well; in part because we both loved a hard, competitive game of racquetball. Rick and I became racquetball partners. The waiting is unbearable, the anticipation exquisite, the need undeniable.I start to lick and kiss the cock before me, gripping the base of the shaft with one hand while the other strokes the cock behind as it starts to push urgently.He kneels ands grip my hips, the other kneels too, arching back, thrusting his drooling cock to my mouth. I tease at both ends until they can take no more. A hand comes round my hips to wank me and I ready myself. “On three..”, I say.“One”, I push back a little.