”“Don’t forget the heavy shoes.”Boleyn shopped the ‘dowdy’ section. She looked AWFUL ... prefect.The Monday after her first contact Elizab...th Anne Boleyn appeared at the office with THREE applicants for prenatal care and WIC.“They live on a boat.”Sudden inhalations of breath almost sucked the windows out of their frames.“They’re Foreigners.”Nearly shattered the glass.“Might be illegals.”The boss descended from her third floor corner office and shook Elizabeth Anne’s hand.So ... Elizabeth Anne. “Are you… are you…?”Dave pulled his head away from Chloe’s ripe skin and looked deep into her teal colored eyes. “Did you enjoy me kissing you, Chloe?”Chloe quickly nodded. “Uh huh.” It was so much better than anything she had ever had do to her. Or “with” her as Mr. Foster said.“Now,” Dave said, licking his lips and smiling warmly. “I’m going to kiss your entire body. Understand?”Chloe thought it over. Nothing she had ever had done to her had ever felt as good as Mr. Foster kissing her. He had. All he wanted to do was go to sleep, try to regain his strength somehow, but now he felt the women's hands on him, and they were lifting him off the table.Now they had him upright, and he was propped up against the table, while they looked at him. They were truly a sight, with their hair askew and their clothing in disarray, and a look of pure, primal lust on their faces."I think introductions are in order," the executive woman said. She was clearly used to a leadership role, and she looked the. She moaned with the sensation. The primal strangeness of that sound was incredibly stimulating. We were still dressed. But she had hiked her skirt up. I put a hand on one of her big pneumatic tits as we continued to kiss, and she moaned a bit louder.Her breathing accelerated as I squeezed and manipulated her boob. There was now a hard point that I could feel through her bra. Her legs began to thrash, and she said through gritted teeth, “Touch me.” I was a virgin. But I wasn’t stupid. I knew.