Here I was his foreman in our warehouse where I've worked twenty-five of my forty-five years. He was hired about two months ago and was a hell of a go...d worker. His mom was one of the secretaries that worked here and helped get him an interview. I remember telling him when I interviewed him for the position that if he ever had a question or a problem that my door was always open.I sat there a few minutes and started to think about my past.The kid was right. I was married and divorced three. They were wonderful. Soft, firm and wonderfully rounded. Just the right size. They were capped with nipples that almost squealed when you rolled them the right way.Her golden hair tickled my face as she hung her head down, sated for the time being, breathing heavily."OK, but no kissing. I have a boyfriend." So you mentioned. Several times." I just wanted to help you out. Really. It-It looked painful." Uh-huh. So this was all for my benefit?" Yes. Honest. Well, sort of. Greg's been gone all. No soap, and definitely no scrubbing! Won't even let Mom wash it! That reminds me, I have to call home and let them know how I'm doing. Couple months ago I forgot to check in with them for a few days, and they almost called out the Rangers to check up on me. Not that they try to run my life, not at all. They just love me, and I recognize that, and I love them right back. I wonder what they'll say about Rob. Now that should be interesting! I don't think I'll tell them over the phone, though, I. I catch him by the wrist and he trips and falls. “How old are you”, I demand. “Sixteen”, he replies. “Don’t you know not to spy on women?” “I wanted to watch.” At least he was honest. I tell him to get on his feet and drop his trousers. He looks scared. “Why?” “I want to watch you. If you don’t I’ll tell people what you were doing.” He looks nervous but complies. He starts to unzip his fly. I glare at him and he unbuttons his shorts and removes them completely. Another glare is.