It was all too much. My last thought before I came was, “Andy Warhol painted shoes,” and I popped all over myself. Jesus needed a change of scener.... He spun me over, socked his cock into my patulous brown eye and penetrated the window of my asshole for what seemed like a comet passing through time to eternity, until he came inside me, offering one long-winded, and whining, stately empirical sigh as he painted my randy warm hole with one third of the colour of the American flag. Afterwards we. I whispered to him, "You can," took his hand and placed it against the back of my panty.I quickly looked round at Matt. He smiled and squeezed my hand. He was going to be on his best behaviour. After all, he was secure, no way was the Professor a rival.But Rodney (I can't keep calling him the Professor) was behaving like no seventy-five-year-old in my experience. He had crept inside my panty. I lifted my ass so I was sitting on his hand, which knew exactly what to do. I lapped up the feeling as. The manager's secretary, Susan, a very pretty natural blond with a good figure, was twenty eight and single I was forty six. She used to dress well and demurely but she obviously didn't wear petticoats under her long summer dresses and skirts. It was a real treat when she was standing in front of the windows as the outline of her body showed through her dress so that it looked as if she was naked.One particular day I was standing across her desk checking what had been dealt with and what was. Jack rushed up to me and swept me off of the ground in a big bear hug. When he set me down, I stepped back and brushed the front of his new uniform. ‘Let me look at you,’ I said. He stood up straight and exaggeratingly pushed his chest out. He sure did look handsome. You know what they say about a man in uniform? ‘Look at you!’ I exclaimed, ‘You look so good in that uniform.’ ‘That’s right ma’am. I’m genuine, grade-A Army now,’ he said. Then with a twinkle in his eye, ‘And if you think I look.