" Cynthia replied as she gathered her papers together and headed back to her office.She dropped her legal pad and meeting notes on her desk with a ban...."Holy shit", she said under her breath. This was too damn good to be true. Cynthia threw herself into her large leather chair and started to reminisce about the past few months and how much her life had changed. Ever since her sexual escapades started with Kevin, the cowboy guest who helped her discover a whole side of herself that she knew. Oh my ... he's done it before ... yes ... yes ... ahhhhh ... it's OK..."When she jerked his jeans down and the visual aid sprang forth like some too-perky cheerleader, she stopped everything and stared at it and said "Mmmmm ... Ahhhh ... oh Bobby..."Bobby was a big boy. He stood at six feet and an inch, and he swam a lot, so he was sort of wedge shaped, with wide shoulders and slim hips. He'd never measured his cock, mostly because he knew he'd feel stupid trying to do that. Besides, who do you. She was not a bad looking little thing and her skirt was short and by short I mean SHORT. She had her legs pressed together and when I sat down she smiled at me and I returned it back to her.I leaned over and said to her “do you come here often?” “No” she replied. Looking at her shapely legs I again leaned over and whispered to her “are you wearing any panties?” “No” she replied again but the answer came with a big old smile, giving me a flirtatious look with her eyes. So I just had to, I. In the middle of the second one the storm hit. Lightening flashed all around as the rain pounded on the walls. Thunder shook the house. I curled especially close to dad on the couch. It got worse and we lost power towards the end. So he decided on a candlelight snack at the kitchen table. I talked about college and he talked about work as the storm started to subside. By the time we were finished the power had come back on. We flipped over to the local news and they informed us that another.