.. a pretty teenage girl responds. I looked at one of the young men who helped out Angie’ mom: “Did you talk to your friends.” “Yes sir.” �...�One car at a time, you can leave now.” “Yes sir.” “Drive safely, and no drunk drivers, understand. A chorus of “ Yes sirs.” I stand back and watch nearly sixty teenagers leave the house in an orderly fashion. Not one kid gets sassy. I smile, fear is a great motivator. I still have not seen my nephew Jimmy; however, I heard the sounds of partying. I move. So on Saturday we both came to office and sat down in our seats. As it was a weekend, there was no one else in the whole area where we both sit, so I thought of sitting in her cubicle. I went and sat on the seat beside her.She was chatting with a friend on FB as I sneaked in from behind and held her boobs and started pressing them. She was startled and moved away, a bit scared. I calmed her down but she was afraid that someone might see us or the camera might catch us. I shifted up and noticed. Her tits were flopping every which direction and her son beneath her was moaning and clawing at her plump belly like it was a third tit. She reached up and pulled hard on her thick nipples and then lunged forward onto all fours, her face maybe a foot or so from Ruben’s. “Fuck it…fuck that damn pussy, boy!” she muttered to Hector beneath her. His mouth had found her torpedo shaped tits by this point and she was nearly out of control with sexual ecstasy. She looked over at Ruben and the boy. .. As she looked closer she saw the dark glasses and finally put two and two together and realized that he was blind. Comfortable, once she realized he couldn't see her she lay back and watched him. The dog stopped just a few feet below the edge of her towel and lay down and curled up apparently satisfied that she wasn't some sort of a threat. The man laughed at his dog and reached down and patted the animal on the head and seemed to be staring right past her.She smiled at his dog then looked.