..Carmelita was always a hard worker, and her bosses took notice. They also noticed how pretty she was, and they always seemed to be extra nice to her... Carmelita was no fool, and took advantage of the special attention. She always figured that the primarily Caucasian office was intrigued by her Latina looks, and she made it a point to look good every day.Back then, there weren't a lot of women at the company, except for secretaries. With all the male suitors coming in to talk with her, she. She knew she was attractive, and she accepted it. I've got a nice face and body, she thought, so what?She critically examined her breasts. They were rounded uplifted mounds of creamy smoothness--the shape and size of coconuts. The nipples jutted up rubbery and erect.She palmed her breasts, slowly sliding her hands over the mounds. A fizzing tingling feeling radiated through them."Umm," she murmured at the sensation. She ran her hands over her titties, pressing her palms on them and sliding her. As my orgasm hit its perfect zenith I was buried beneath this tall man with his beautiful body and broad manly shoulders. It felt like he was making me his. I belonged to him body and soul and he was taking me. I felt diminutive beneath his torso as he continued to bury cock into me until I felt one of his legs going into a spasm. I was pinned beneath his muscular frame, held in place by him until he was ready to seed me. When he did it was so exotic, oh my god.Terry's orgasm seemed to come. He recognized the friend. She’d been in the wedding party when they got married back in 1974. And, she’d died of cervical cancer ten years ago!Someone had tampered with Susan’s mind! About two seconds worth of blind panic ripped through Jim’s brain before he got it under control. Some bastard had messed with his wife’s brain. Who?“How about a drink, hon, and you can tell me all about your visit with your mom. How’s your brother anyway? I haven’t seen him in donkey’s years.”“Oh a drink sounds.