I put my pants on and buckled up, watching Amelia’s Samuel Beckett performance against the sink and trying to keep a neutral face. “Thanks, maybe ...e can pick up where we left off later?” I said. I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Later,” I said. I bolted out that door. I don’t even remember wading through the crowd and leaving the party. The ride with Jared over to Phoebe’s trailer—yes, she lived in a trailer park—was decent. We shared a bottle of Jack. Here I was, drinking in a moving car again.. She could see that he musthave been a well-built, ruggedly handsome man at one time like herhusband Tommy, and she hoped that Tommy would take better care ofhimself than that. Fred’s stomach was covered by coarse blackstrands of hair thickening toward the waistband of his scarletswimming trunks, but that wouldn’t bother her if it weren’t forthe slight bulge. And the thinning hair forming a black widow’speak above his forehead would look distinguished if his facebeneath. "Hi Simon," Pauline said."Hello Pauline," was my reply. "This is a surprise," I exclaimed."Well hopefully a nice one Simon," Pauline responded."Of course," was all I could say in reply.Pauline walked past me, into the office, and made her to my desk. I washoping that she wouldn't see the black court shoes that were underneath it. She sat down at my desk and casually asked me, "Where is everyone Simon?" They are all on an office away," I answered."In that case then it is just as well that I. I felt the heat and the throbbing right through his suit pants. I gent felt out the shape, watching my girlish hand as I did so. "You can't see my cock, if you don't open my pants." I reached for the belt and undid it. I was thankful that he was a thin man, and not a fat one. Then, I opened the hook and slowly, tugged at his zipper. "Are you flattered that you can make me so hard, Karen?" "Yes...I am. I am ashamed to admit it, but, I am proud of the fact that I got you so hard." .