"Oh yeah," I thought to myself, "a lot of peopleat my office called me a 'bitch' but I had done it. I was now at the top ofcorporate ladder and I didn...t need anyone ever again." As I got up from the bed I went on 'automatic pilot.' I had gone through thismorning routine for so long now I could do it blindfolded. I went to the kitchen,opened the refrigerator, and poured myself a glass of orange juice. I finishedthe orange juice in two gulps and started toward the bathroom peeling my pajamasoff. I have to keep reminding myself that he’s actually NOT available. Not unless I were his age. Ha! I wouldn’t go back to being a teenager for anything. Besides, most guys didn’t look twice at me when I was that age. Goofy, frizzy, frumpy and braces, plus some chub. Ouch. Nope, wouldn’t switch. What is it with this ‘older woman’ thing? Shouldn’t guys his age be attracted to the dazzling young twits flitting by? Things! I meant young things. They’re rather sweet, really. I just don’t have the. "These were all large, full grown men, and while Pat and I were strong, we didn't feel like wearing ourselves out dragging all of those men over into the other field. Instead we used a spell and transported them individually some distance into the field. We soon had six of them moved. Pat took the final one while I went to check on the juvenile.Imagine my shock when I got to what I thought was a child, as it definitely wasn't a child or juvenile. What I found instead of a child was a small, fat. I couldn't look him in the eye. Then I forced myself to look into his face. "Are you OK," he asked. I admitted I'd never done this before. I let him take off my top and my bra and helped him undress too. He kissed me on the lips and then kissed my neck and my shoulder and both nipples. We laid on the bed and I felt him unzip my little skirt and slide it and my panties off. He knelt at my feet and I saw his erect cock. He picked up my leg and started kissing my foot and my ankle and my calf and.