Misao: Yeah, the Aoiya's pretty well known in Kyoto--Hey, Gramps!!Okina (for that is his name): Misao!!!Misao (hugging him): I'm back!Okina: Welcome h...ome!Misao: I know I'm late and I made you worry. I'm sorry. Ow ow ow ow ow ow!!!Okina (tickling her): That's your punishment for being late.Kenshin (thinking): He's mad, he's mad.Okina (turning to Kenshin): Oh, you must have brought her back.Kenshin: Well... Okina: She can be a handful, can't she.Kenshin: You said it.(Behind him, the four workers. I continued to pull on my cock from time to time as we sat there in silence, glancing over to see if my uncut brothers cock was perking up also. I could see he was starting to take a bit of interest, so I decided to head back to the showers.I didn't have to wait long for him to follow. The uncut guy soon took the shower right next to me. I turned to hi and nodded, looking at his cock as I bobbed my head. He said in a European accent 'have a good workout?'. I said yes, and began to pull on my. Miss Swensson was a statuesque woman of womanly curves that stirred the loins of the men who worked on the factory floor beneath her office, full breasted and pout- lipped signifying a strong sexual woman, that most of the workforce desired, including daddy, as he admitted, one night in a drunken slur, 'He would love to stick- her'.Because of the confession I took an interest in her, not as a mothering figure, but as a sex object for men to enjoy, and I wondered what her sex life was all. I would have done anything for her at that moment, as long as she just kept playing with me. When she was done with my balls, she grabbed my hard cock in her hand and started giving me a handjob. I could have died in that moment and been happy. The moment didnt last long before my dick started to twitch. Did you just cum? she asked. I guess so. I answered. That was fun, we should do that again. Now we have to go, I bet they found everyone by now. I quickly put my clothes back on, we jumped out.