.!" Nice Rhonda, he'll think your retarded! "My partner didn't show up, thought you may play" Wow! Are his teeth sparkling? "Uh no...I would like to...learn" God he's cute! "Want to go for a walk?" Whew! What a dynamite smile. "Sure!" smiling at him. Now don't trip on something!We walked along talking about school and other un-important things when he stopped saying, "I have to take a leak, come on" taking off into the bushes.He has to pee? So why am I following him, he doesn't need help. No. I mean she only needs a few and shes smashed and horny. Also once she starts she wont stop till she passes out. Now for years i have taken advantage of this and fucked her while she was drunk and passed out. Even fucking her in her brown asshole, which she hates otherwise. But I only have a 5 inch penis and am a cuckold. I am always fantasizing about watching her passed out ass getting rammed by a huge cock. I have brougt it up in dirty talk while shes drunk and she enthusiastically plays. I was amazed when one of the executives, Mr. Beechem, took the mail directly from me and said, "Thank you, Michael." How he knew my name, I wasn't sure. We hadn't been introduced -- though I had been greeted officially at a Friday afternoon all-office gathering along with all of the other interns.Mr. Beechem was a handsome man in his fifties. He had salt and pepper hair and his clothes were perfectly tailored. If I had to choose one word to describe him, it'd be immaculate. I noticed that his. No way.I had boobs.I had boobs. Breasts. Tits. Whatever you could call them, I had them. I gazed down at the two lumps that I could feel hanging off my chest (I say hanging, they hardly sagged at all). My hands reached up and lightly cupped them, and I felt the response instantly - they were part of me. Being a guy (or so I thought), it didn't take me long for my worries to turn elsewhere, and my hand shot straight down to my crotch. My dick was gone. I choked with panic, plunging my hand down.