The refrigerator look. He walked to his kitchen and yes I looked at the movements of his ass while he went to get the beer. I think he knew I was star...ing. It was warm inside, but that only made the cold beer he offered more satisfying. He pulled off his shirt. "I'm hot," he said. I smiled not knowing how he meant it. I envied that he had hair on his chest that swirled around his nipples, covered his pecs and trailed down past his belly button leaving me to imagine the bush above his cock. Was. She allowed me to fondle her breasts, but no further.“John, come to the den,” my father commanded. I was sixteen years old and his words still caused shivers to run down my spine. I had met discipline at the end of my father’s belt more than once. He didn’t remove his belt when I entered the room, though. He pointed me to a seat in one of the leather chairs where he often read the newspaper. A coffee service sat on the table between the two chairs and he poured us each a cup.I sat and sipped. Her face got trapped between my legs and my knees were close to her ears. I sucked her pussy again and slowly spread my knees apart. It brought my dick closer to her face and finally, my dick head was touching her lips. Yes right, we were in a 69 position.I gently inserted my stiff iron dick inside her mouth. She sucked and licked it. My dick was dipped in her saliva and her tongue massaged it. Her mouth was like a hot honey well. She was also giving me a nice blowjob. I pushed my cock in and. Honest. I promise. I can do my job.You don't have to fire me!" I'm sorry Tommy. I'd like to believe you, but I really don't see how it can work out." Just give me a chance, please! I PROMISE that it won't affect my work. I didn't know she was going to do that. You don't know what she did to me... what she'll do..." Tommy's sentence faded away.Mrs. Peterson sighed. She looked at Tommy for a moment and said"Well, if you've got the guts to try. I guess I can give you a chance..." and she shook her.