A little bird just whispered in my ear that he’s trying to hire Lone Star developers.”“Does he have a chance to get them all?”“Nope!” I sa...id giddily. “I already have the best of the bunch on my side and she’s not going anywhere.”Elyse laughed, “Of COURSE it’s a female programmer! Blonde or redhead?”“Brunette,” I chuckled. “And yes, what you and the girls would call a ‘Steve type’ but that is the LAST thing on my mind or on hers.”“Sorry. It’s just that with your history...”“I know.”“So when does. Missionary position was Charlie’s mantra. He would never try anything like oral sex or tying Cindy’s hands.It had surprised Cindy to feel so exhilarated by the loss of control. Not knowing what might happen or having the ability to stop it. She felt guilty about having sex with Steve, however. As mothers often do, she had transferred responsibility from Steve to herself. Maybe she had done something to provoke him.Steve was a hormonal teenager after all. Cindy couldn’t count how many times she. I grew up in a small town, and there wasn't a lot of diversity. I had a very thin, smooth body, and long flowing hair that went halfway to my ass. In those days, I thought I looked like a rock star, and so did the girls. I did pretty well. I met a lot of girls from a town about 20 miles away, and I didn’t have a car. But back then you could count on getting a ride if you hitchhiked, and I did so to hang out with the girls, often. And that’s how it all started.I was dressed in a pair of jean. Lowering my head, I fastened my lips to your puckered nipple hearing the sudden intake of your breath. My tongue expertly massaged it into full erection. Though smaller by a long shot, it rivaled my own erection in stiffness. Your nipples tasted slightly of the tang of the salt air. I licked and sucked, alternating from one to the other. Your shudders let me know I was doing something right. I trailed my finger tips up your leg to the crest of your hip, then slowly across your flat abdomen to.