Oh my goodness.. I just couldn't help myself, I reached out and stroked his torso "Hmm arn't you a bit young to be working out" He felt softly sexy "...a. I'm seventeen" Knew it. Five minutes passed, we were in the storage room. He shoved me up against the wall, boxes of food and biscuit boxes cluttered to the ground. "What if your manager comes in?" I huffed as he kissed my neck and began to tear off my buttoned top. "She's gone to get a coffee" He sounded un-reliable and rushed. I pulled down. So, I saw no harm in answering her. "I write stuff you probably wouldn't want to read." Oh, I don't know about that." She replied with a mischievous grin. "I read some stuff that would embarrass most people."I continued to try to evade her question. "Oh, I write stuff you probably don't know and most likely wouldn't like." Don't bet on it! I have a computer in my truck and I go to web sites that the general public frowns on. Like I said, I read stuff that would embarrass most people." She. I’m a freshman.”“Oh, snap! You’re that Mayhem my boys have been talking about. I got a couple of kids going to Taft, and they play football. They are constantly talking about you and how well you are doing in football. I swear, if they had to play against you and your teammates, they’d drop deuces in their drawers in fright,” the delivery driver, Mr. Dennings, exclaimed. “Can I get a quick picture, and I’ll send it to the guys. They’ll flip out!” Tim agreed, and Mr. Matthews was giggling over. .”I did, a little, and looked up at him... Then, he shoved his thick, black dick deep down my throat. I about crossed my eyes watching his body come up to my nose.“There,” he said. “Now I can get your boobs out without smacking you.”He was right. He plopped my other boob out by stretching my tank top down and pulling my bra up and, not once, did a dick slap me in the face. So resourceful… AND I didn’t have to use MY hands, which were busy massaging my cunt.“See… Isn’t that Better?”I tried to.