‘Mister Harrison, we need a few minutes of your time. Can you help us out?’ ‘Of course. No problem.’ Tom and Wanda gave a small smile to the g...roup and went inside the modular. We all sat down at the picnic table on the front patio. Clyde placed a small recorder and notebook on the table. ‘Tell us about your trip to Lisbon, Mister Harrison.’ ‘No big deal. I am starting a new job and the job is in Lisbon.’ ‘Why at this time?’ ‘I am guessing that you probably know my divorce was final yesterday. I. Thus, no one asked any questions of me, when I bought all the necessary implements. I wore a short, bouncy, pink skirt and a white cowgirl blouse while doing the shopping. To my surprise, when I visited the restroom, the crotch of my lacy pink panties was sopping wet. I discarded it in the stall and went commando the rest of the day.The workweek dragged by, slowly. My mind raced to whatever would happen in the weekend. I did not know what to expect and Richard, on purpose, did not tell me. I pulled back slightly."I tried to tell you mister. I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't letme go pee-pee..."He smirked, "You're just a dirty little sissy. Dirty girls, do dirtythings. Do you want to learn about the dirty things bad girls do?" Please, please, as long as you don't spank me..." I mumbled shyly.He pulled my mouth off his cock and in one motion pushed me down andarched his back."Now sniff it, sniff my dirty asshole..." Nuh-uh, please, no, it's... dirty..." I tried to resist, but. She smiled up at me, and continued with her hand. "Such a wonderful cock," she cooed, "I bet you like to jack it off a lot."I blushed as red as a celebrity carpet. "That's okay," she offered. "Everyone, boys and girls, love to masturbate. I know guys get hot thinking about girls fingering their own pussies. But here's the truth: girls get just as hot thinking about guys jacking it. That's how hand-jobs got invented."With that, her hand left my cock, found my hand, and replaced it on my shaft..