I smacked her ass with the perfect rhythm of her gasping moans. I thought it was quite strange because it had to be like 80 degrees out that night. Feeling the clenching of my nuggets as continuous spurts of nut snot shot down the back of her throat. “That’s cool,” I said, “I am only eight years older than her, I’m sure I can show her my rope, I-I uh, mean the ropes.”
She laughed at me and said, “just train her right this time, not like that other guy.”
So a week had passed and I asked my other boss, who is the assistant manager of the store, if the new girl was anything to look at. No girlfriend, her boyfriend at work – we only hung out once by ourselves and that was to buy Tarra a christmas gift.