"I have figured who you were supposed to be, and I'm going to help you." I shrugged my shoulders and nodded. "Don't worry, you'll enjoy it." With thos... words, she went into the house.The next day at work, I was talking with Don. Don was a cool guy with a variety of interests, including some paranormal ones. He was very suspicious of Carrie, but I had always ignored him in the past. However, she was really beginning to worry me. Don had some interesting suggestions. He suggested I find out if. Jones was the boss' secretary, and a very kind and nice lady she was, somewhere around 40, I guessed.In those days computers were new, and in the factory mostly used as text machines. But that spring they upgraded, brought in new computers for administration and all, and one day I asked Mrs. Jones if I could have one of the old computers in a corner of her office, so I could try to teach myself typing during the small breaks of 15 to 30 minutes, where I didn't have to run errands. She was most. " she says.Seeing I'm in charge now, I look Bridgett in the eyes and say, "I want to shove my fat cock all the way down your throat."She begins stroking my dick, her hands not able to grasp it completely. I am hot as hell now, my throbbing cock protruding from my body like a massive cucumber. She licks my swollen red head, and, surprising her, I grab her head and begin forcing my massive cock into her throat. She begins gagging, and i feel her hot spit flowing around my throbbing member. I ram. I could of course say, we are just as sexual as men, but I think telling my sexual excursions with the men in my life, is more titillating, and revealing, letting you be the fly on the wall, watching my sweaty body being possessed, and making way for you the reader, to slip inside me and enjoy your own orgasm.When I was in my late twenties I went on holiday with my sister and her husband and c***dren, both now teenagers.We arrived at our destination only to find we had been doubled booked, so.