"Why don't they ever give me a good job? I reckon I deserve it afterputting up with all this shit. All I want is a nice, dull, boring,profitable job."...e laughed fit to bust."Johnny boy, you've got no chance ya dozy bugger. Who do you think theBrothers come up with when the shit hits the fan? You, ya dickhead. Aslong as you stay with them that's what you're gonna get. The thingsother people have fucked up. They reckon you can fix 'em. Like this one.Pat wasn't a bad sorta bloke but he just. He had a nice tan which accented the white hair on his head and barreled size chest. He was wearing a tank top, which fit him well, and the same style of running or fitness shorts that he wore before. He looked down at what I was holding and said with a sarcastic smile, "that seems like a good one" and when I looked at what I was actually holding, it was a massive anal plug that I would never have been able to use. I was in such aw seeing him that I didn't realize what I had picked. I did notice that there was a job opening at Polar Bears Unlimited,’ he said as a copy of that very same magazine appeared as if being pulled out of an invisible pocket. ‘Is the job still open?’ When we established that the job in question was the cartoonist/writer job, and not the marshmallow-stacker job, I told him that it was indeed still open, and that I would like to see his work, if not him, as soon as possible. He said he had a portfolio with him and wouldn’t mind stepping inside to show. Unable to say anything, let alone think anything that made sense I just sat there staring along with Katie at the throbbing protrusion from my lap. Katie put down her coffee and made her way to the sofa. Placing two fingers down between her legs, she split her wet pussy lips open and straddled my lap. Her pussy found my cock head and as she descended, my cock slid effortlessly deep into her hot folds, she was so wet! She reached down and tugged up the hem of her tee and there before my eyes.