So when I leave work and that one boy, who is desperately in love with me and follows me like a puppy, follows me to my car, I linger. I chat with him.... Never going into deep conversations like the ones we have, but also not telling him to stop completely. He can pause there and chat with me as you walk out the door and spy on us. Shooting him evil glances, wishing it was you who could openly talk to me next to my car.Jealousy can be seen every time I see some cute little couple walking hand in. " He then rolled on top of her and let his cock feel her wet cunt. He pushed just inside her and then he began to go deeper. She was so tight and she began to moan as she could feel the pain of the huge cock. "It's okay baby. Once I get inside you will love it. Now relax and let me in that nice wet cunt. I can't wait to fuck you and make you scream for me." He pushed in slow but deep and once he was in he could feel the walls of her tight cunt gripping his dick. As he began humping her his. Not freaky at all. Just nice. He asked if I would be OK or if he needed to get me something. I told him, “I’m fine, Stan. Dee left me some instructions and ideas for lunch. I’m fine.”“OK, sweetie. You have a good day, and I’ll see you later. Have Miss Dee call me, OK?”“OK ... Umm, Stan, are you and Dee ... Never mind. I was just wondering.”“Sweetie, it would be better if you talk to her. I love Dee very much. Very, very much. And, I always have. I’ll leave it at that. Talk to her. See ya. How Crass.”I looked up to an unusual sight. Four cougars (but in an attempt to be polite I will call them ladies), all dressed in nipple displaying uplift bras, mid-calf length almost transparent ‘skirts’ and 3-inch heels. Quotes because the ‘skirts’ consisted of one piece of thin cloth that only wrapped around about 75 percent of the way. It was held up at the waist with an elastic band. Between the thin material and the wind, I counted one shaved pussy and three nasty bushes.Even now, I can’t.