They were about a D cup, her areolas small, yet dark to contrast her almost white skin. Her nipples stuck out about a centimetre and shook with her lo...ely titties. Surprising her, I flicked her clit with my tongue. She grinded on my fingers, hers interlaced with the bed sheets.“James,” I didn’t need any more warning. I sped up my fingering and flicked her clit once more. She screamed, her pussy juice spraying everywhere. I grinned, looking up at her. “A squirter?”She looked away, obviously. All of the salesmen at Big 5 looked like ex-athletes."Yeah, I played basketball, football and ran track. I was a wide receiver, center and long jumped for the track team." I grabbed a card, filled it out and punched it to start my shift."Wide receiver and center? No fucking way!" He looked me up and down like he was measuring me."I know, not the usual combo. I went to a small, 1A school and we didn't play the bigger schools. I ran a 4.6 forty and have good hands. And I can play in the paint. ”Dad smiled. “I’m glad to hear that. I’ll make sure to pass that along to our partners and I’ll let him know just what you’ve told me.”“I understand from Leanne that most of the workload in accounting and customer service is transferring old records to the new system. It is boring repetitive work, but necessary. Everyone is spending overtime trying to get the information on the new system. I’m sure you’re aware of that,” I said.“Yes ... but as you say, it’s absolutely necessary,” Dad agreed.. I explored her with my hands. Feeling the softness of her breasts, fingering her nipples. My vagina was oozing, tickling with a trickle that dripped over my butthole.Once her top was off she began to ride me slowly, grinding her groin against my pubic mound. My panties slid back and forth over my clit, sending spasms down my legs. She watched my face carefully as I reacted to her body on top of me. I felt her hands on my breasts as she leaned forward and into my clit harder, grinding down on.