And that's only a description, not the LMS title I grew into.Now as this was all prior to my, ahem, education by my mother, I guess you could call tha... time my pre-MILF studies. My first was even a lesbian already. Mom told me she didn't count, but I beg to differ. I seduced her and she's my pet, so it counts, right? And she was older than me, and her seduction triggered everything that followed afterwards. But I can't take all the credit. If it hadn't been for fate, for a dumb ass boyfriend,. He nodded to signal that the conversation was concluded.Every so often I had to stop and think how lucky I was to be Sammy Oldham, nephew of John Oldham. Wednesday morning was one of those times. When I walked into the accounting department I had three accounts payable clerks vying for my attention. All three females offered me a place to sit in their cubicle. I couldn't choose one over the other two so I said I would spread my visits among them, starting with Miss McGomery because she was the. All I could hear, for what seemed like an eternity, was their laughter.I didn't know what to do or feel. Finally, it subsided and without a word, I felt myself guided to the couch. I sat uneasily, needing help not to crash down.Hands. Touching me everywhere, pushing my knees wide apart, exposing me. Just below the jacket, touching my belly, all over my thighs and pussy, so exposed and helpless, all I could do was moan and retreat into the sensations. Being touched whenever and however they. You’re no more a little girl than I’m ‘Julie Andrews’.’ Oh Suzanne, my Suzanne, where are you? *************************************** Forgive me for interrupting the story, but I assure you all of the characters in this story are adults, even though the main character is currently posing as a young girl. His name is Art Jones and up until just recently, he was a nondescript average thirty five year old male of average height, average weight, and average looks. In fact, on the average, most.