“ I could sweeten it, if you like.” She was winking at me again. I almost thought I had imagined her words, that quick glint of sly lust in her ey...es. My cock throbbed and started to rise again. I gave it another mental beating. A stranger's front yard was not the place for it to speak its mind so openly. She motioned me to follow her and started off across the lawn. I couldn't resist. “ Where are you off to, Sabrina?” The grandmother paused in her praise for the girls to squint at us. “ Just. I felt miserable. I knew that I should be fired on the spot for my incompetence. I dreaded going to the owner and explaining what happened, but I had to do it. He had just returned from lunch on Friday afternoon, I followed him into his office and closed the door behind me.“I’ve made a giant, unforgivable mistake. I screwed up the payroll and bonuses.”“I’ll decide if it is unforgivable. How bad did you screw it up?”“No one will get paid this week. Not their bonus or their regular pay. It will. I'm sure we did, but maybe not. When you're climaxing you don't stop and take notes! All I really knew was that we slowed, his thrusting eased, my pushing up at him also eased, and soon we were lying there, breathing hard, staring at each other.We kissed, which may seem anticlimactic after what we'd just done, but believe me, a kiss after a really good orgasm (and no climax is ever bad) is really special. It's really good if it lasts, and this one did.Girls stay aroused longer than guys, and I. "I don't have the restriction of any exposed skin, Brian," she whispered. It was an open invitation to let my hand slide inside her jersey through the armhole as we kissed. "Tomorrow's my day. Better go to your next girlfriend before you light this firecracker."Whitney lay down beside Jennifer and cuddled up for the night as Samantha wrapped her arms around me."Can you lose this?" Sam asked as she tugged at my shirt. For Samantha? Anything. I pulled my t-shirt off and Samantha crushed her boobs.