Well, everything about her was bigger than me ... bigger stomach, bigger boobs, and a bigger ass. And another bare vagina."Hi, Melissa! I'm Elizabeth....Don't let my nudity frighten you. It happens all the time when new people come in." I'll try not to let it bother me." Okay. Well, follow me into my office", she said.She showed me to her office behind a door."Okay, first off. You probably need to know a little about Edenton", Elizabeth mentioned."Probably." Okay. Well, full nudity is allowed. Still I wouldn't be deterred, messages piled up on her answering machine, I stopped by the Internet provider where she worked as a receptionist, often with gifts, forcing her to suddenly become busy whenever I came in. I finally got through to her after two months of trying; I think it was bribing one of her co-workers to put a few things for her in the breakroom that did it. When she arrived she found the ceiling crowded with heart shaped balloons baring her name, a box of chocolates and a. He pulled her gently to an old mattress, that was thrown down their months ago by his mother, he laid her down, and unwind the gown off her arms, and behind her ass, down to her legs, staring at her very sexy belly, purple panty, and full, elegant thighs, he felt his hard-on nearly tearing his pants apart, he pulled down his pants, and nothing was underneath, his erect meat was out there, crying for penetration, she gazed upon his meat, with glistening eyes, it wasn't unusually big, but it was. What Sue wanted from me at this point wasn’t questions or even empathy. What she wanted was someone who was equally as pissed as she was.“Who did this?” she spat back at me. “That’s not the frickin’ point. You should be as mad about this as I am. Or does your wife’s good name and honor no longer matter to you? I thought you English guys were meant to be all honor and chivalry. Looks like that’s all a pile of crap.”“Hey honey, don’t unload on me. I’m not the bad guy here. I’m not the one who put.