”“It’s fine, Sharon. Don’t worry about it. Don’t worry about it. I am just glad you didn’t get hurt. What can I do to help you get this do...e?”“Turn on the kitchen timer for 20 minutes. I was about to set It, when I collapsed and fell to the floor.”Adam runs over to the oven, grabs the timer and sets it for 20 minutes, then he returns to the kitchen table.When the timer goes off, Sharon drinks the remaining coffee in the mug. Then she goes over to the blue oven and opens the door.Then she. Her secretary smiled and said, ‘You are in luck, she just got back from a meeting.’ I knocked and entered her office. ‘Hi, got a moment?’ She looked up and gave me a big smile. ‘Yes, of course. I’ve set a date with the Superintendent. Two weeks from Friday.’ I went over to give her a congratulatory hug and got a kiss too. She sniffed and asked, ‘Isn’t it a little early in the day to be bedding women with expensive perfume?’ She patted the front of my jeans. I stayed in the hug and said, ‘Kim. Mmmmmm….it had been a long time. I fingered my clit, slick with a mixture of my own hot juice and what was left of Michael’s lucky shot into my snatch. Very wet. I squirmed my hips as he thrust into me, milking his rigid cock with my cunt muscles. His cock got harder, longer…he wasn’t going to last long at this rate… I scooped up some of the slippery mixture he had reamed out of me and reached back to smear it around my crinkly asshole, hoping he would get the idea that there were other places. Each couldnever hope to hold onto his waist, hung tightly on his hips and his legspractically swam in them, though his thighs and hips pushed their limitsat the top their puddle of fabric around his ankles was sloppy at best.They looked terrible and did nothing to hide his predicament.Kevin heard a hanger clack behind him. A pair of black pants had beenthrown over his door. He pulled them down. The tag read 2X which meantnothing to Kevin. He slipped them on. They stretched around his hips.