Then she said, "I want to bring out a guest I never thought I would have on the show. His name is Bill Anderson though that name will not mean anythin... to you. He is the man who pulled me from the wrecked SUV after the hurricane saving me. I went with him for the rest of that day and into the evening. Bill is an amateur radio operator with a call sign issued by the FCC of WR4L. I remember it because he allowed me to transmit some reports during that long, eventful day. He has been up here and. All of nine inches at least and so thick! Pauline lunged for it, literally, wrapping herself around the shaft near the base, where Robert's hand had been. It was like hugging a telephone pole, she thought with a breathless giggle. Or no, it was thicker than that. A tree, a great soft hard smooth warm tree that throbbed against her body. She held her body against the underside, spreading her legs and arms against the silky smooth skin that covered the throbbing muscle beneath.Pauline kissed it. My passion didn’t wait for her answer. I took as much of her breast in my mouth as I could, and trapped the nipple to the roof with my tongue. Her fingers gripped my hair tight and she shuddered. My other hand slowly caressed her other breast until I found her nipple in my fingers. She held on tight, pushing my head further onto her other boob, where my tongue swirled at the hard nipple. I dropped to my knees and unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down with the thong. She stepped out of them.. I guess so."Sensing her confusion and weakness, Greg pressed the attack. "Well, if you are indeed a 'proper and decent woman', then shouldn't you also dress in that fashion?" he asked.Head still bowed and turning a deeper red, Mrs. Clark stuttered, "well ... I ... it's just ... I ... I guess so." Well alright then. It's settled. Next time I see you, you should be dressed that way," Greg replied amicably, sensing a win. "I think you got it all cleaned up now Mrs. C. You can get up now."Flushed.