He could not be above seventeen, was ruddy, well featured enough, with uncombed flaxen hair, a little flapped hat, kersey frock, yarn stockings, in sh...ort, a perfect plough boy. I saw him come whistling behind me, with a bundle tied to the end of a stick, his travelling equipage. We walked by one another for some time without speaking; at length we joined company, and agreed to keep together till we got to our journey’s end; what his designs or ideas were, I know not: the innocence of mine I can. He knew that he would be graduating before that would occur.He was getting over it though. He was finding that spending time with Erin was much more fun than spending time with dad. We still had our time together. It was just that during the week, he was spending the time we used to with the girlfriend. He told me that it more than made up for it. I was a teenager once. I fully understood that.When Friday came around I was quite happy. Work was quiet the last few days but it was still hard to. I think he was about to start literally drooling down her cleavage. He paid for lunch. When we went back to the office he told me that she should “come by more often.”That night she was wild in bed, and I knew her well enough to know that she was thinking about him while we fucked. I asked her if she wanted to get to know him better and she said she “wouldn’t mind seeing what he had under the hood.” I took that as a yes.The next week Jack came to me with a sales idea. We were going to a. She looked surprised but instantly grabbed hold of it and started jerking him. After about 5 minutes and it wasn't going anywhere, I motioned for her to put her mouth on his cock, as I kept feeding dollar bills into the movie player. To my surprise she bent right over and started sucking this strangers cock. I watched as she slowly licked his cock and flicking the head with her tongue. She then stood back up and kept jerking him but he pulled back and stuck his fingers through. She looked.