69 were two digits in that number which added the spark inside me and I started fantasizing about contacting her.I suddenly called that number. It was...around 6.30 pm. She picked up the phone and her voice was so thin and of very high pitch which in turns was very very sexy. Normally HRs talk in a different accent than normal. We had a discussion about the vacancy, and at the end she formally told me call back for any clarification. But she specified me to call before 6. No issues for me.I was. I'd also given up a few more things June had bought for the apartment, especially the bedding. You see, the Comforter, matching bed skirt, oversized pillow shams and two sets of sheets, complimented the black and yellow patterns on the drapes. Garden of the Sun was the design on the bedding.The bedding had huge yellow flowers on a white background, with swirling vines in black contrasting with the brightness of the background and the flowers. They were magnificent and moderately expensive. Much. .,” was all I could say. “If you really didn’t like the idea you would have left or punched me out by now,” he said. “So I guess you do want me to do it.” He looked at me steadily now, but I couldn’t quite work up an answer. At first I asked myself, “What, do I radiate gayness or something? This is the second time some guy’s come on to me in a bar.” My dick, however, was making my mind up for me. I was already half-hard and getting harder by the second. “Well, Dave,” I said. “I’ll agree. .. and what a surprise he was going to get from Kathy!"Please, Marcie, do it for me... do it!" Steady, boy," Marcie said, smoothing her dampened palms over the stallion's sides. She ran her hand along his ribcage, stopping at his hindquarters, then running her fingers down his leg until they were even with his groin. Bending her knees, Marcie had a better view of his cock--long, nearly two feet, maybe longer, and so very, very thick. And his balls! Marcie had nearly forgotten how fat those.