All of a sudden I felt myself get very hard and for the first time in my life I had an orgasm. It was like I was being absorbed into the newspaper! I ...was completely hooked then. From then on, I took every opportunity to play in the paper. I developed fantasies about being caught by the newspaper man in the morning. When I was eighteen, the twenty-five year old man next door became a newspaper carrier. The papers were delivered every morning and put in his paperbox. The paperbox was filled to. His hips began moving with me, and I picked up my pace to match the rhythm his body was begging of me. Before long I felt his hand in my hair, twisting it up and to the side so he could see. I glanced up at him, caught his eyes for a moment before closing mine again. I took him deep in my throat and moaned for him. He went wild – hands tightening in my hair to hold me in place as he thrust his cock into my mouth and down my throat. All I could do was hold still and suck him, moaning. I had my eyes closed shut in pleasure as she caressed my erecting cock with her fingers simultaneously. I realized it was Aunt Sheen who was sitting behind me. I remember feeling my butt cheeks being squeezed and then spread wider.“Whoa! Oh God! Aunty!” I exclaimed and then moaned when I felt Aunt Sheen’s warm, wet lips right over my asshole. That’s when I my eyes popped open and I turned my head back to find Aunt Sheen kneeling behind me, wedged in between the glass doors and my back. The. She wiped it over the sink and the doorknob, leaving damply glistening trails. "Now I just have to wait." She whispered, while hiding in a stall.She didn't need to wait long. Two women from accounting stepped into the room. Beth Kincaid and Lisa Anderson were known for one thing. They hated each others guts! Beth glared at Lisa. "I told you, Project Shield is slipping deeper into the red! It's nothing but a money pit! Why the hell don't you do anything about it?"Lisa shook her head. "Listen.