Thewaitress asked my mother "And what would your pretty daughter like?" Ilit up and smiled and was going to answer the waitress when my fatherblew up...on her. The waitress apologized and I felt deflated. Later onthat year I was home and the sitter was talking on the phone. I wentinto my parents bedroom and started trying on my mother's clothes likeI'd done many times before; dressing up and pretending I was a woman.Well, my father came home early and caught me. That was the only time. Becky was reclining against Maria, her head resting between Maria's breasts, her back along the older woman's belly. The small of her back was pressing against Maria's crotch. Maria was stroking Becky, her throat, shoulders, chest, breasts, belly, moving her hands all over the little girl's body. Becky was moaning, purring, obviously enjoying the attention.I was sitting on my haunches between Becky's spread legs. My cock was stiff, pointing towards the girl. It hadn't taken much more than. Suddenly Miriam began bucking her hips hard, screaming she was coming.She was bucking and screaming as her juices coated my face and tongue. I was still wiggling my fingers inside her wet cunt as I felt it contracting so hard I thought she would break one of my naughty digits.I kept licking and sucking that swollen clitoris; until she had several more intense orgasms. She squeezed my head between her thighs…My cock was also hard as a rock after eating her pussy for a long while. Then I sat up,. I don’t have to worry about it. She pops out a report weekly at a staff meeting, tells us what we need to know. It’s usually good news. She also has a ‘human relations’ specialist working for her, making sure we tiptoe through the morass of laws and regulations foisted upon every business in the country.But that’s business. It’s good. We hire good people, treat them well; makes life good. At the end of the evening, though, that’s when the best part of my life happens. I go home to Cindy. That.