But whipping it out of your pants and ejaculating in two strokes is kinda disturbing. But, day after day, this was what was happening to me. One time ... didn't even made it inside the house, I exploded in my shorts while unlocking the door. Another time the friction of puling down my pants set off a shooting gallery that made an embarrassing mess on the carpet. This was weird, but I figured I had some sort of jogging-in-the-woods fetish. Kinda creepy, but hey, it was keeping me in shape, and I. ” And I knew what I was thinking: “The two of us are all alone with only tiniest and most flimsy material separating his hands and maybe his penis from my body. I was hoping the wind would blow up my dress…let him get a look, go red in the face, reach for me, tell me I’m pretty (which of course I am) and I took his hand and said: “Let’s walk to the barn.” His hand was soft and warm and as we walked to the barn his hand brushed against my leg…I think he could feel I was naked…no panty. You are so sensual and erotic. And when I move close and kneel between your open thighs, you playfully turn over on all fours and lift your ass in the air in front of me. So beautiful and close, I can inhale your scent causing my boxers to further tent out from my fully erect cock. There is now a damp spot where my precum has seeped through the cotton pressed against the head of my cock. You back your panty-clad buns into me, feeling the bulge press against your pussy, wanting it to be deep. She complemented my department well with her pleasant personality and her effective completion of the tasks assigned to her.Over time we became close. Against my better judgment, we developed a relationship and fell in love. Surprisingly, we were able to separate our work and personal lives. We fell deeply in love and within a year, we were married. She filled a void in my life I'd not consciously known existed.My supervisors, aware of her talents and their desire to remove her from my.