" Right about now your husband should be stuffed into a trash can in some alley and the question for the Widow Parker is would she like to be in the n...xt trash can over or would she rather be my own personal sex toy?" I still don't understand." It is simple Mary Jane. You are drop dead gorgeous and the most magnificent piece of ass I've ever had and it would be an absolute shame to have to kill you and stuff your body in a trash can somewhere. Hence the question, "Would you rather be dead or my. .." Ah. Send him in, when he returns, will you?" Certainly, Mister Beeton."Some minutes later, during which the Committee refreshed their coffee cups, a tall, well-dressed man entered the room. The Committee stood and the Chairman stepped toward the man and held out his hand. The man took it."Welcome. Vice-Chancellor. Won't you take a seat? Would you like coffee?" Thank you, Chairman. White, please." Mister Beeton has been telling us of the difficulty of recruiting engineers, technicians and. .. Someone may come...” "The door is shut and bolted. Don't be afraid", I assured her. I jerked away her hand. Her sari continued its journey up. When it reached her thighs she very promptly raised her pelvis, so that I was able to lift her sari all the way up to her waist. I found myself quite unable to take my eyes off her milk-white thighs. My heart was beating like a bass drum in my chest to have a closer look at her buttocks. I had not yet set my eyes upon her shapelier ass. It was big,. “Hey future boy, you ready to go?” She called out.“Yeah, let me go slug some water, and change.” I called back.“Wait, she knows?” Meagan asked.“Yeah, she overheard me and Chloe talking in the store the other day. She’s cool with it.” I said before heading into the house.I grabbed a glass from the cupboard and began drinking. After finishing my third glass of water I grabbed my coffee and dumped the rest down the drain. As much as I don’t mind coffee, hanging out with my new friend seemed to.