She was so tired it was around 9:15 it was good time to enjoy before she needs to go. I slept in her lap she was dresses up. She started playing with ...my hair. I gave a wink and she said no in a naughty way. So i started to put my hand in her top. And turned around and kissed her thighs over her leggings. She was getting aroused again. She spread her legs; i started kissing her vagina over her clothes she started applying pressure on my head. I put my hand inside and started fingering her. It was just like chatting to an uncle or something like that. He offered me the job and I started straight away on a 2 week probation. The shop was open 9am to 7pm but I was only needed between 10am and 6pm. Fine I thought. It was just before 10am and the shop was dead so I guess he opens and closes. He took me through how the till works, the ordering system, and a quick orientation of the shop so I knew roughly where everything is. I was amazed by what stuff there was! Everything from. "How bothersome--. I usually don't drink cow's milk."I don't particularly enjoy cow's milk, so I don't have any of it athome. I used to hate drinking the stuff when I had it during lunch atschool. It has some kind of subtle taste to it that's even worse when itturns lukewarm. If I was forced, I would drink it, but I won't buy anddrink it on my own accord. Well, I like stew, though.For that reason, there's no cow's milk in my home. If only I had asuitable substitute for it..."........."I hit. Instead, he told me that he'd got a room for us at a dismal "business" hotel down in the port area that we knew (he'd taken me there before) and that he wanted to get me there straight away. He was full of lust for me again, even though we'd only done it a couple of nights before. I knew that once he got me into the bedroom, we'd never get to eat or anything. I was annoyed that he assumed all I wanted was sex from him.I was even more annoyed at myself, I guess, because despite my anger, I still.