His breath tickled her hand.Matilda clamped her eyes shut even tighter. Her body trembled so much she thought the man would notice."Honey, I'm talking...to you," the man said, tapping Matilda on the shoulder. She flinched. "Did you hear me?"Matilda opened her eyes and backed away from the window. She looked up at the man wearing an expensive navy suit, starched white shirt, and red tie. A shiny, gold American flag was pinned to his lapel. She glanced at a much larger man standing next to him. He. I looked over at her and noticed that her dress was up by her fat thighs. She smiled at me and asked how my big cock was? I started to get hard and said it was fine. She raised her dress up over her thighs and I could see some pussy hair. I don't have any panties on she said because i wanted to give the interviewer a good shot at my pussy! I miss that big cock of yours. Why don't we stop out here and the sticks and fuck? I agreed and said that i had a blanket in the trunk that we could. " She smiles back.My wife turns to me and in a seductive voice whispers, "Her name is Faith, and I don't think she fully understands what she's gotten into with you showing up. Are you tired, dear?" Don't worry, I have enough to give you both a run for your money," I whisper to both of you. And to prove my point I lower myself a little and wrap my elbows under Faith's knees and lift her ass up into the air, then I scoot my knees up under her, as I do this my wife leans forward and again wraps. "Well, it will mean a lot of changes, I fear - this merger. As you know, business is very slack lately and there is just about enough work between the two companies to support the staff of only one of them - if that. Wilkins has, very obligingly, agreed to fade into the background, leaving me in effective charge of the combined outfit. Benson and Fortescue, (Benson's opposite number, in Wilkins's outfit), are taking early retirement - unwillingly, but on generous enough terms. We both agreed.