Once they got upstairs she pulled his shirt from his small slender frame and planted a soft kiss between the line of his chest. She allowed him to pul... her own off and then slipped out of her jeans and crawled into bed next to him. For the next hour she rode him. Her hips working in small almost non existent circles. Working hard to keep him inside her. Her hands on the head board. His eyes were closed and his hands on her full hips. He was groaning with intense pleasure as she rode him without. Then she added, abit more loudly, "Oh god! You didn't catch him doing *that* did you? Idon't wanna see *that*!"."Oh I think this is a lot worse that just masturbation...," Dave saidbetween chuckles.Emma's head popped in to my room below his. She scanned the bed, thecomputer, the closet, and then held her stare on me."What the fuck?!" she did yell.This time Dave tried to hush her."Jay," Dave started, "This here... this is really fucked up. I don't knowwhat you're doing but we have to go."He. Neither of them was paying the slightest attention to anything else around them. ‘Teenagers, eh?’ I said.He agreed, “Yep, some things never change. I don’t think we’ll be getting much out of them today which is why Irene suggested that we take a walk along the beach. She is forever making comments about my weight and waistline and says I need to do more exercise,” he said theatrically patting his paunch. “Apparently the far end of the beach is a designated nudist area and she says she would. "Please sit," she toldhim. He did as ordered, resting his hands on his knees. A sharp sense offear was knifing its way through his guts."As you have at some point no doubt been made aware," she began, "Thisis a place of business. At Carlisle, we design and build aircraft; youare not being paid to compose music. Were your record spotless, I couldperhaps overlook this lapse. Unfortunately, this incident, seen in lightof your habitual tardiness, leaves me no choice but to take action."I am not.