After sometime, he came on top of me and pushed his dick inside and softly starting fucking me. I liked it, I loved it. It was gentle and caring and b...autiful and I contributed by spreading my legs wider and raising them higher so that he could enter deeper inside me. He kept on going on and we kept on kissing passionately.I was moaning in delight, he kept on sucking my boobs too and finally came inside me but he had managed to make me climax before that. It was a beautiful experience and we. It wasn't that I didn't appreciate them, because I did. They were the success of the company. Their hard work and loyalty were rewarded, and the incompetent and disloyal were quickly given the boot.But it was during this time that I stumbled across once of my fetishes. One of those things that turned my cock to stone and made me fuck like the energizer bunny. Yep, I found that lactating females did it to me every time. Seeing a woman with big tits and a wet shirt gave me a stony, fuck a woody. I needed another beer like a hole in the head, especially when that beauty walked in. She looked so young but so sexy. I was surprised the Benson's let her wear the dress to the party that she did. A young woman showing cleavage is always a delight, and the men present made no bones about giving it a glance. She was long-legged in a short dress, which didn't help. I could feel the blood going to the wrong place with her and me alone in the kitchen."Mr. Davis, I am sorry I didn't give you a. Catching myself xstaring, I looked up. John was smiling and when he leaned into me, and tried to give me a kiss, I turned my head. I was scared, and when he started feeling on my chest and eventually tried to take off my shirt, I couldn’t help but smile in anticipation. As I raised my arms, and let him take my shirt off, he casually threw it aside, smiling. John again felt on my chest, and then telling me, “Sit down,” he pushed me back onto the bed. Looking down as I sat on the bed, John.