I called her a hateful, frigid bitch, a racist, a homophobe, and fourteen other kinds of intolerant cunt -- but she wasn't doing a lot of listening an... she assumed the worst when it came to MY activities." He sighed. "My secretary is likely to catch Hell -- and she doesn't deserve it -- but she's almost sixty, and if Irma has any sense, she'll realize..." You ought to go out and get something nice, Pop," Mary declared, "while there is still time!" It's probably already too late," Arthur. .. and left not a drop of cum!"I look at him in terror as he pulls down his pants and push me on the floor. I have to climb under the table to start making him hard. His dick is not even half erect yet, but already twice the size of my own. I gently touch his balls, but he laughs and tells me how he is now posting my wife with name and all, so I better get serious. He pulls my close to his crotch and slaps my face hard with his cock.I starts to nervously lick his dick, but he loses his patience. I sat down and watched the water as it rippled with the wind. I got lost in thought as I sat and looked at the scenery. It was beautiful here. The leaves were just beginning to turn and they displayed all kinds of bright reds and oranges. It was quiet in the park on a Friday afternoon. Noone was around. ‘May I sit down?’ I heard the silky voice of my friend Bobby ask me. I turned to see those beautiful brown eyes looking down at me with a curious smile beneath them. I knodded for her to take a. During introductions they all shook my hand but my wife was a different story; they all wanted hugs and a kiss from her and to my surprise she was very accommodating. It was obvious she was very drunk and the guys took full advantage of that. They took turns wrapping their arms around her from behind and playing with her tits, of course under the pretense they were helping to hold her up. We visited a bit longer then continued our walk. We once again did not get very far before we were invited.