"Did something happen last night that you're not telling me about?" "Not at all," Mr Proctor. "I just didn't want to risk driving so early in the morn...ng," Paris retorted."I believe you Paris, thousands wouldn't!!" he said jokingly. That was Paris' cue to leave the office.Paris returned to her desk bewildered. Puzzled why Max didn't let Mr Proctor know about her lateness and also puzzled because Max was nowhere to be seen. She noticed that there was no laptop, briefcase or jacket of his in Mr. ..I do," came her reply. "I just need to adjust a little. Your penis is...huge." I just sat there dumbfounded. I knew this wouldn't be easy on her, but he was barely inside of her at this point. She glanced over at me with an exasperated look and shook her head slightly. Then, biting her lower lip, she lowered back down onto the sofa arm. He looked at me and then began to push more of those black inches inside of her silky white pussy. She gritted her teeth, eyes closed tight, as that monster. Eric was also a bit on the chunky side, prompting him to opt for baggy clothes not because they were cool but rather to hide his shape. His hair was thin and always seemed to be on the greasy side. Eric also suffered from bad acne a couple of years ago and his was pocked with some scarring. Being 6 feet tall and weighing in at 250 pounds, plus glasses and the rest had made him an easy target in high school. Eric’s sole happiness in life was in computers. Building them, playing with them. He. There seems to not be anything out of the ordinary.Slowly, she pulls the sheets from her body and slides her feet over the edge of the bed to hang slightly before pressing her toes into the soft carpet. She lets out a sigh, feeling foolish for thinking that she wasn’t alone in the room. She can’t recall having a nightmare, but of course like many of her dreams, they are fleeting and usually don’t leave even fragments of what they were about.Her hand reaches up to her breast and she rubs it.