" Rick said."Have you let Julie know there is a problem?" I asked."I called her and asked her to come up to your office as soon as she can. She was in...a meeting when I called so she said she would be up as soon as it was over" he replied."Why don't we phone the Local president and invite him here for a meeting?" I asked."Ok, I have the number sitting on my desk right now, what would be a good time?" Rick responded."Invite him for lunch and I will get it catered to the conference room, find out. Perfect! “You can take off the jeans yourself,” I told her while I turned around and walked back to the table. I picked up my wine and sat back on the couch, folding one leg over the other and watching her. I was curious how she would manage that feat without much help from her mitten-encased fingers. Her jeans were tight. She had apparently done this before, because she skillfully got down onto her knees, then laid on her side to avoid aggravating the tail sticking from her bum. I sipped from. I spent a whole week in a kind of post-apocalyptic world. It was horrible! I had to eat rats and wear a lead-lined coat. That Ronald Reagan went just a little too far with his threats against the Soviets in the Pakistani missile crisis..." I remember that. It was touch and go, as far as I remember." And then President Brezhnev, the senile git, called Reagan's bluff and it was fireworks! I wasn't there for the crisis, but I was there several years later. The thing is it happened suddenly. One. He knew I was a virgin. Then he produced a tube of some kind of lubricant and had me apply it to his raging erection. He also had me rube some on myself…you know, down there.”“Sweetie, its okay to refer to your “pussy”. She smiled shyly.“Okay, Maire, I rubbed some lube on my pussy. He then had me lay back, bend my knees and open my legs. Oh, I was so excited! He started slowly, pushing himself inside me. I wanted him so! I felt something give as he pushed more, but I didn’t care. I pulled him.