I imagined my swollen cunt fully stretched and exposed in front of a man that I did not know. And not just stretched and exposed, but dripping and lea...ing puddles on the bed. I imagined seeing my tight little bum, puckered and twitching. I imagined all of me, waiting to be taken. The head of this enormous cock was soon rubbing the entrance to my cunt. He clearly wanted me every bit as much as I needed him. Each time his penis touched my clitoris, an earthquake went off inside me, sending. My cousin Al had returned the floor jack that he had borrowed and Bev had asked him if he wanted to stay for a cup of coffee. They had sat at the kitchen table and sipped coffee and then Al had made a half hearted pass at Bev and she had surprised him by getting up and going over to him and sitting on his lap."What do you have in mind Al? You want to fuck me? You want to take me upstairs and fuck me on my bed? You want me to suck your cock? Come on Al, just say it. I won't do it unless you tell. Jack eagerly came forward saying, “Nirmala means Pure. Lets see how pure.” He quickly pulled the white slip off revealing Nirmala’s brown, slender legs. Her dark pubic mound was barely concealed by translucent white panties. Jack felt his cock start to stiffen.Gazing at her saffron choli Jack saw that Nirmala’s small nipples pushed at the tight material. Nice. He reached down and pulled the choli up over Nirmala’s head and stuffed it in his pants pocket.Looking at Norma, he explained,. J. Peterson and the companies three vice presidents came into the room. There was Chester Warren, VP of Sales; Donald Baker, VP of Manufacturing and Mark Anderson, VP of Design and Implementation.Mr. Peterson is about thirty-five years old. He is a tall man, maybe six feet four inches, with blonde neatly trimmed hair and looks like he is in excellent physical condition. That day Mr. Peterson was wearing a very expensive finely tailored suit.As Mr. Peterson and the VPs entered, the room became.