The loved it, the fuzziness of it all was overwhelming. She was just getting to the point of thinking of perhaps giving herself her first orgasm for t...e night when suddenly the doorbell rang. Startled, Sherri jerked her hand out of her skirt and jumped up. She walked to the door flustered. Just before opening the door, she realized her top was still up and she quickly pulled it back down. She took a quick breath and opened the door. There stood the boy from church that she had been fantasizing. After a few more minutes she was naked, doing some effective bumps and grinds. She had a sinuous, erotic movement to her hips which was very sensual and which I thought showed professional training. Her belly was flat and in its flexing showed good condition and taut muscles.Her breasts were exceptionally well-formed, conical, firm, buoyant, with small pink nipples erect with the stimulation caused by her movements.She was not a natural blonde--if her wig was intended to indicate her true hair. It needed a few more minutes, during which she continued her story, resuming with a question. “You’ve heard of The Peter Principle?”“Mmm, yeah, I guess; essentially, it states that everyone will rise to the level of their own incompetence?”“Exactly. Running his business with one or two employees was Corey’s peak; beyond that point that the principle kicked in and things got rocky. He never had great people skills, and his organizational practices were… haphazard, at best. Mistakes, people not. “Belinda!” he exclaims.“Jack?” she replies, puts her hand on his shoulder pleading, “Can you help?” Then she leans into him.Now, Jack really didn’t look at me. He didn’t acknowledge me at all. It was sort of like I wasn’t there. I’m not sure why, but I can guess he must have had a thing for her and well, that showed.Right then, this whole thing could have gone either way. Lindie was near tears and she just said, “Please!”“This child is your... ?” he asked.I piped up “Sister!” before Lindie.