.. ‘.“Why don’t you help me take these groceries home, We should have the place to ourselves till at least 5 PM.” Bingo, it wasn’t such a st...pid conversation after all. I don’t know if you remember your teen years but for me the hardest thing with women was taking my time. My mind knew that was a good plan, while just below my belt my dick was having a Chinese fire drill, now! Now! Hurry! It was four short blocks from the grocery to Tammy’s apartment and it was a good thing I had bags in my. To get a job (and keep it), the girls have to be sexually available to me and my partner.Let me tell you about a recent recruit to the surf clothing shop staff.Carly had just turned 16 and had been recommended to me by my other girls. She was quite thin, with a still developing body. Her tits were little cup-cakes on her chest at the moment, with a body just starting to become curvy. Her most noticeable feature was her mop of long curly rusty coloured hair which fell to the middle of her. My thick shaft stretching her wildly as it slides slowly into her soaking, clenching pussy as her body instantly tenses in a wild arch, her breasts heaving as she bites her lip, trying desperately not to cum as she feels every single tortuous vein grinding slowly against her clenching walls as she grips my thick shaft so tightly, squeezing her legs together tighter as I entire, her body instinctively tensing. Her hands opening and closing frantically as she tries to grasp anything she can as I. I had made such a fool ofmyself that everyone was ignoring me and I went and found a quiet cornerin the marquee and sat sipping my lemonade. Everyone was helpingthemselves to the sumptuous buffet and had split into groups as alwayshappens at a wedding. I wasn't hungry, all I could think about wasSarah's promise of dire consequences for my faux pas at the church.After everyone had been fed, the sound of a glass being struck goteveryones attention. There followed several speeches from friends.