She was able to get us to do whatever she wanted and always got her way when she was around us. I liked Joan as she was always kind to me and pretty,... she was the same age as me 15 . She was a skinny girl ,long brown hair,brown eyes but had no tits.In the summer she would always hang with her cousin Debra which gave us boys some time to get away from her. We did a lot of exploring in the woods and even found a swimming hole where we could skinny dip in the hot weather and not get caught. In. Molly has just finished.” I could see a big blob of cum on her cheek she licked away as she regained her feet while Mike quickly returned his cock to his trousers. “What,s Up any way?” “Vic Anderson is here to collect some forms from you.” Mike rummaged in his drawer and gathered up a large envelope which had been sealed. “Would you mind giving those to Vic. I have to piss badly and also say goodnight to Molly.” From all the time it took for him to rejoin me so I could start my building check. “Yes, sir. I will tell him though I would prefer you talk with him instead.” She paused again. I could hear a loud voice.I put my hand out for the phone. Terry had a troubled look but handed it to me. I heard, “ ... a damn what he wants, he has to work through this department.”He was planning to say more I think but had to stop to take a breath. “Who the fuck are you, asshole?”“Uh, I’m Damon Winsler, manager of the investments department.”“Fine. Who’s your boss?”“Uh. Who are you, sir?”“I am the. .. It's okay".The voice and the touch are so comforting my questions are forgotten. The fingers softly stroke my skin. Touching something inside me that has gone untouched before; The hunger. The one I feel when I stand naked in the moonlight before my mirror. Her fingers touch this hunger and somehow her fingers become my hunger. They softly stroke my skin and the embers inside of me kindle into a growing flame.So soft, so warm, so comforting. Yet my pulse is racing in my ears. My breath.