Ever since she hit puberty her body had been screaming out for her to have sex. Lisa had studied countless human biology books on the subject. So much... so, that she considered herself a bit of an expert. Well, as much of an expert as someone could be without any practical experience that is.She had come close on her eighteenth birthday but still, it was not close enough for her liking. Her father Homer had got drunk early in the night as usual and passed out causing considerable embarrassment to. "Well, how doI explain this? It was about maybe eight years ago, right Sammy? We wereboth 24 at the time, right? I had just gotten married about a monthearlier, and ole Sammy here, and I were painting an old barn in town,making some extra money. See, ole Sammy and I had known each other forabout maybe a year, from our church, and we just kinda hit it off prettywell together. Well, anyway, we had this chance to make some extra moneypainting old man Wilson's barn. I was up on a ladder. I. She dug underneath his pants and found his shoes, untied them and pulled them and his socks off.She went to the head of the bed, took hold of the cover and pulled it down, forcing him to lift himself for the cover to be pulled off. She pointed for him to lay back down, which he did, curious about what next she was going to do. He found out immediately.She folded the cover and laid it over a chair. In her bra and panties, she stood at the foot of the bed and gazed at him. He raised himself to. " Hehad been talking about the new hamburger bun a local chain had switchedto, he had no idea that behind him Sheila Andree, the new office managerwas bent over picking up something. She certainly didn't believe Jimthat he had not been talking about her, it didn't help that he wasalready on a warning for sexual harassment, who knew that regularlycomplimenting the same girl on how she looked constituted sexualharassment? It had never been lewd or vulgar, and she had neverexpressed to him it.