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He insisted I stay in shape “for the business” he would say. I was perfectly ok with that as long as it resulted in money in my pocket and a tight body. The money was special. I didn’t tell anyone but the fact that a secretary, excuse me, an administrative assistant could make six figures at the age of 21 sort of blew my mind. Who was I to question, my boss was doing fine in that arena and if he wanted to pay me like that so be it. I looked at the clock and then realized I had been daydreaming again. I was out of stuff to do and that was usually a bad thing as my mind would start to wander. I always seemed to eventually wind up in the same memory though. I seemed to get there even quicker around my birthday. It was understandable as the event in question happened seven years ago, the weekend after my 15th. I was babysitting for the Johnsons again and their sweet twin girls. I had just put the girls down for the night, they were finally sleeping. I was coming down the stairs and the doorbell rang. It startled me a little, the Johnsons were not coming home until the next morning. They were afraid the reunion was going to be a little wild and they had gotten a hotel room to be safe. I felt ok with it, I was a big girl and they were only about an hour away if I ran into trouble. Anyway, I had no plans for tomorrow anyway. The Johnsons were a wonderful couple, young, excited about their new twin beautiful girls and a lot of fun to be around. It also didn’t help that they were drop dead gorgeous, especially Mr. Johnson. teen He was tall with dark hair and piercing brown eyes. I had to stop myself from staring quite often. She was sexy adorable with short blonde hair and a cute face. I called them by their last name and it drove them crazy. They said it made them feel old. They were not girl old, in fact only about nine years older than I was but I needed to keep the formality. It helped to remind me that he was married and I was a high school sophomore. My bare feet hit the hardwood at the bottom of the stairs and homemade I peeked out of the window to see who was at the door. It was 9:00 at night. Who could be here now? I pulled the curtain slightly and saw Billy Oliver standing on the porch. Dammit! I did not want to see him. The doorbell rang again. Crap! You can thank your friends, Anita and Susanna. “Allie, teen that was awesome,” said Tom. I reply "of course" as I didn't often score at night clubs and she was really cute, and i was hopeful of action with her. He began to groan. "You may stand up now Ms. Sweet. All of the other students already were gone; the homemade three mysterious observers were just exiting, followed by the trainers and coaches. We were like sexual pioneers with insatiable libido, always seeking the newest depravity.” I opened it for you. “Your ass? I couldn't have planned this. Her eyes locked onto my member, which was about 5 or so inches flaccid and nice and thick. When she did that, her pink sexy booty beautiful shorts fell between the crack of her butt, and created an almost canyon like effect between her two butt cheeks. “I bet she just had a great orgasm getting her pussy eaten girl by my sister.” “He-hey, hey Ahsley.” he stammered out, making him more embarrassed.