(Part 2)I got to her house, pulled in the driveway, and quickly knocked on the door. I was very anxious. It was all those looks that she gave me. I ha... a pretty good feeling about coming over to Teresa’s house. Then again, it might have been in my head. All this might just be a fantasy fueled by Teresa’s huge tits.When she opened the door, I was pretty sure that things were not just in my head. She had on a different top this time. It was much more lower cut. Like, a lot more lower cut.“Hey. “It’s no trouble; it’s on my route home,” I would have told him when we had been bantering in my office.We both knew that the offer was conditional (or at least, I did!) and there was no objections made when I pulled over into some parking lot at the mall or at the local park and he would lay back on the back seat of my car and let me pull down those sweat pants to reveal a beautiful stiff black cock. The first time I did it I literally shuddered at the sight and the ben wa balls did their job. The cock in my hand shot several times into the air as i came form thepleasure in my ass.One shot went up several feet and splattered on the closet door.Slowly the orgasm subsided. and i crawled off the dildo. lay there on thefloor catching my breath. Images of Mr Jones flashing through myhead......The Store Manager.Part 2I received a Called from Mr Jones that night in regards to him needingsomeone to close on Friday because someone got fired."Would you mind coming in late man" He. By the time I got home, of course I heard Jean and Tim going at it in her room. I just went into my room and cried. Why in the fuck was I finding it so impossible to find a good guy? The two of them had found each other with ease. Yet I seemed to be doomed to only finding guys for a few months at most. Maybe I should consider becoming a lesbian. At least then I could have all the sex I wanted, and be sure I would remain a virgin.I was in a funk the rest of the weekend, but at least Ralph never.