MY BOSS SHOULD BE OK,IVE BEEN TOLD HES CALLED CHARLIE ADAMS.aLEAST THEIR WIKL BE SOMETHING TO LOOK AT EACH DAY,SOMEONE TO POUR COFFEE FOR.THIS WAS GOI...G TO BE A GOOD DAY,I JUST KNOW IT.I SAT AT MY DESK WAITING FOR MY TELEPHONE TO MAKE SOME KIND OF NOISE..BUT NOTHING,SO I TOOK A WALK,TRIED TO LOOK BUSY EVENTHOUGH I REALLY DIDNT KNOW WHAT I WAS DOING.EVERYONE WAS BUSY AT THEIR DESKS,SOME DIDNT EVEN BOTHER TO LOOK UP,GUESS I HADBETTER GET BACK!!UPON RETURNING TO MY DESK,I HEARD A YELP FROM HIS. He only thinks I'm at his mercy, but I know it's the other way around. And that's what turns me on the most.Millimeters above the textured bedspread, my slit is throbbing. Before I can reach for it, he drops to his elbows and cups my tits in both hands again, blocking access."You like being my dirty girl, don't you?" his voice rumbles in my ear.I think of Marla. An idea blooms. I'll tell the horny jock about it when the time is right.Desperately I lunge my hips toward the bedspread, trying. I invited Jessica to my house for a Saturday when I knew my parents would not be home. When she got there, we gave each other our usual greeting and I led her to my bedroom. Just inside the bedroom, I closed the door and locked it, even though I knew no one else would be home for hours. While still standing just inside the bedroom door, I turned to her and kissed her. This one was not a quick peck. It was a long, gentle but passionate, mutual kiss. This was the most pleassure I had felt. He still had that air of authority about him that parents seem to have even with their adult children. I avoided making eye contact with the girls. I know I still thought of them as girls but they were grown women. They took to calling me ‘Sir’. It sounded strange and I felt strange. They still referred to my parents as Grandma and Grandpa. There are laws in our state which try to protect the earnings of underage children from being used and misused by their parents or legal guardians. The main.