Actually, we’re both CPAs, hired at the same time, but Aaron’s the one destined for a corporate future.Back when the two of us hired on, we’d ev...n dated, but as he started his climb, there at the front desk sat Evelyn, freshening her nails. They may be married, but everyone knows she’s still on the prowl.I moved on as well. Perhaps not really “on,” but toward accounting challenges for which I needn’t dress up as much as the front-desk girls. I get paid a lot more, however, so hah!Aaron and I. She solved that by leaving the last inch or two open and pushing him to the side. With more chuckles, we trooped out of the tent and hurried to the toilets. I was a bit relieved that there was no one around to see us, the rest of the group either still at the bar – it sounded like it – or already in bed. As we returned, Pat asked me quietly: ‘May we use your tent?’ ‘If you want to,’ and she and Trish went off. ‘Where’re they going?’ Mary whispered. ‘Our tent.’ ‘Oh.’ Jean squeezed my hand with. She fought hard, I'll give her that. She wasn't going to let this happen without a fight but I was way bigger than her and much stronger. I decided that it was easier to just rip the cheap worn fabric of the panties off and I did just that at the crotch exposing her hairy pussy to my leg. Now she was crying but she couldn't move much and I guess was already worn out and resigned. I pushed my right knee between her legs and she started fighting again but she outdid herself by letting me slip. Men, women, even Chandler’s drag queen father, she craved them all. She wanted to eat pussy and ass, wanted to suck dicks and balls, and wanted to have every hole in her body get sore from constant use. She wanted to walk funny for days, remembering with every ache how wonderfully fucked she was. She wanted to walk up to her husband, boyfriend, and other lovers in only a dress and lift it to show them how much cum leaked from each of her holes. She wanted said husband, boyfriend, and lovers to.