His hand was so exciting and soft on me. “You have soft skin,” he whispered and I opened more. His hand traveled past my knee, rubbing above my ...nee…I took hold of the sides of the desk and waited…”gosh!” I oozed, “Mr. Emerson!” I held myself. We were alone in his office, the door closed, “Lock the door, Sherry,” he said and I did. “Come here you beautiful girl. I think there is an ‘A’ in your future.” I nodded and returned to his side, legs apart. Now both his hands were under my. She figured most moms would have been upset or angry if they knew their own son was masturbating thinking about them. But for Erica, it made her pussy cream just thinking about it. Her life with her husband was fine—Hal was a good provider. But his ability as a lover had declined over the years. She was sure he found more pleasure in swinging a big deal at work than being with her. But she had a good life. Hal did well enough that she didn't have to work, but she chose to. She was a real estate. I loved kissing her but I had never done thisdressed as a girl. How would she react? I didn't realize what Sam hadoffered her friends: Jenny's and my mouths and arses. I had never had abi experience before but Jenny was a girl. It didn't matter how I wasdressed as I still had something between my legs.The answer came quickly as Jenny grabbed me and put her tongue in mylipsticked mouth. Her tongue thrust insistently and my little guy wasstraining against the tight gaffe. After a few minutes we. “I’ve studied `¡Dígame!´, senor Lobito,” says Sam, tasting his caffe latte. “Your magazine directs itself mainly to the Hispanic audience. My work is more general. If I come up with an article that doesn’t fit with your readers, I want the freedom to sell that article to a paper with a broader audience.” “Now look here, Sam! If you work for us, we don’t want to pay for the hours that you spend working on a story for another paper! If you work for us, you write for us only!” “That’s not how I do.