They started an affair that ended six months later when Laura's mother found them fucking in the youngster's room. Mrs. Richards had called the police and had the boy sent to reform school for six months. But Laura continued fucking, this time an eighteen-year-old sailor based at a nearby naval station.

Now she was Terry's age, but had had much more experience than the brunette. She'd had three abortions and a mild case of the clap. But she was cheerful and good company and Terry admired her a lot.

Now Terry reached the blonde's office and opened the door. What she saw as she gazed inside made her back out again into the hall and close the door part-way.

She peeked inside now, stunned at the sight of her girlfriend locked in the arms of her boss. Her tits were bare and the man who Terry recognized as Brad Frazier was stroking her naked back.

Brad was a good-looking man of about twenty-five. Terry knew he was married and the word was around the company that he had a bright future at Century Ltd.. He had thick, dark, curly hair and dimples in his cheeks. And now as she gazed at his profile as he kissed her roommate, Terry's blood raced.

She leaned against the doorway, knowing she ought to leave, but unable to make her feet move. Brad always wore European-cut clothes and now his pants emphasized the tautness of his ass and his muscular thighs.

Laura gurgled as she unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his chest. He had a strong chest. Terry's pussy quivered as she watched the blonde strip away the fabric of his shirt and expose the thick curly hair on his body.

The lusty blonde stroked his chest while they french-kissed. She ran a hand over his ass and he whispered something in her ear that Terry couldn't hear.

The blonde worked her tongue over his tiny dark nipple and rubbed her crimson lips over his tanned skin. He grabbed her long blonde hair and pulled her head back as he plunged his tongue between her strong white teeth.