She slipped into her mental zone, where she had learned to disassociate her conscious mind with pain in her body. She made it to the truck bed without...putting the basket down. David could see she had struggled, but she persevered without complaint. It was a good sign. The next morning, Dave arrived at the dock at 5:15 and Danni pulled in 10 minutes later. Another good sign, she was prompt. David showed Danni the bait cooler and set her to work filling bait buckets. Meanwhile, he helped Sampson. She was the one who flirted more. Jen had a two year old son. She was single and did not want anything to do with the boys father.We would talk some between our turns to bowl. The subject of sex always came up. Damn, I could hardly bowl with a hard on. Jen went to bowl and Amber came over to talk. She told me that Jen had the hots for me. I boldly said no more than I had for her. Amber smiled and went to take her turn.The next week Amber asked me if I would like to have dinner with Jen at her. I saw him bite his lip and realized I was doing the same. My hand was a blur under my clothes. I had masturbated before and knew I was close. It would only take a few more minutes of watching this for me to explode. Apparently, Mr. Baker was close to because I heard him address Mr. Brown again. "Oh baby, you ready for my cum? Here it comes!" With that, his body began to jerk about on the desk. I saw both of his hands clamped to the back of Mr. Brown's head, which had become still and pressed. She squeezed the head ever so slightly and then traced the tip of her finger back along the length before using two fingers to 'patter' up and down the swollen cylinder of flesh."So... are you imagining what it's going to feel like?" she asked with a naughty little smile, her tone clearly intended to tease and arouse. Paul nodded dumbly, not daring to speak and then, suddenly, she slipped the fingers of both hands into the waistband of his trunks and deftly slipped them off. All at once, his.