We arrived early, and the Department Secretary asked us to be seated until the Department Manager, Miss Johnson, could see us. She then let Miss Johns...n know we were there.About five minutes later, a gentleman came out of her office. The secretary told us that we could go in now.As we entered the office, Miss Johnson motioned to the chairs in front of her desk and said, "Please take a seat. I am Miss Amelia Johnson, and I assume that you are Mr. Conrad and Miss Ambrose." Yes Ma'am", I said.Miss. Not that I haven't had tiny accidents in real life at school, but that's a whole different story/recounts. Let's stick to the subject here! haha. I'd mostly fantasize about public accidents where there'd be witnesses, like stuck on an airplane or not having enough for the pay toilets at a train stop, stuff like that. In my mid teenage years my parents moves & I had the ENTIRE basement suite to myself!!! With the washer/dryer right outside my door so I could do my OWN laundry. That opened up a. Then I got to my crotch. Before I could soap myself up, Ryan took the soap."I'll get it," he said, and grabbed my now soft meat. He used one hand to lift my limp boyhood, and the other to rub the soap all over. Up and down my cock, under my hairless sac and back up my thickening shaft. He did this for almost a full minute, up and down. My eyes were closed, just taking in the feeling. He finally stopped and guided me back to the flowing water, rinsing me, rubbing all the suds off of me. My eyes. I tried to see how far I could stick my tongue in her pussy. She was dripping wet, and I wanted to taste as much of her juice as I could. My husband was moaning and grunting like a schoolboy getting his first blowjob as Kendall sucked his cock and massaged his balls in her hand. Roger had a hold of the back of Kendall's hair and was fucking her face as hard as he could. Kendall seemed to be enjoying every bit of it.It wasn't long before Kendall pulled Roger onto the bed with us and pushed him.