She would bend over in a short skirt so I could see her stocking tops, thigh and panty covered pussy. Mum would then say something like "I hope your n...ot trying to peek up my skirt, I know what you teenagers are like". I would stammer an apology and run up stairs and wank myself stupid. Then it happened. One Sunday afternoon, Mum and Dad opened a bottle of wine and Mum offered me a glass, which I accepted. Over the next couple of hours we must have emptied 2 or 3 bottles and I know that dad not. At least for the wonderful adventure that's awaiting you.But right now, it certainly doesn't feel like an adventure. Right now you are standing in the rain, bike in hand, heavy bags full of post attached to the back wheel. It is your first real day on the job, after a week of training with the most horribly smelly, tear-jerkily boring old bag of farts you had ever met.You were forced by your mother to apply for the job at this old postal company. Your local postman was about to retire, and was. It felt heavenly. I'm sure this girl gives a great, tender blowjob and I might have to get one from her, but this one was about dominance, submission and punishment. Tender and soft were not n this evening’s equation.With my cock in her hot mouth, she began to bob up and down on my cock, but I had other plans. I grabbed her head and started thrusting into her mouth. Working quickly to the back. I was using deep, slow strokes and feeding her about half of my cock. I pushed deeper and deeper and. The necessary swirl of her delightful tongue caused him to jerk once again into her mouth and the next few spasms filled her from throat to lips. Pulling off of his jumping cock, Denise looked up. Her eyes were watery and thick streams of cum dripped from the corners of her mouth. She swallowed once, then again and finally a third time as his pearly semen continued to drain from her cheeks and into the floor of her tired mouth.“I’m sorry”, she gurgled as her hand unconsciously milked the mans.